Yes, another one that is just as, if not shorter than the other. I can pump out short stories like this at one a day if I have the time, but I think I will focus on writing a new, longer hallfight.

Sweet Release

     This was it. Steve was all alone, seperated from his unit during the chaos of battle. The sky was black with smoke, and the city in ruins. Steel and cement were mishappen in a tangle, scarred and scorched and deformed from constant plasma bombardment. The air was hot and the ground beneath him was warm to the touch. He didn't know what to categorize this place except as one thing -

     Hell.

     Steve was in a living hell, and stood up to face his punishment from the punisher, for all the little bad things he had done in his lifetime. But he wouldn't give in to the eight foot monster, he would fight it, fight it to the death if that is what it came too. It stepped to it's side, making it's way around the edge of the rubble arena. He held his rifle close, waiting for the opportune moment, and began walking opposite of the Elite.

     In one hand the beast held an energy sword, in the other, a plasma rifle. The burning fires around them enhanced the shine of it's red armour, making it appear to glow, as if fueled by the thousands it had slain. He knew that his only hope was for it to make a mistake before he did, he would stop this thing before it would harm another human being. They both stopped.

     In an instant the Elite sprung into action, bolting towards him, firing it's plasma rifle. Steve took cover on the ground and started shooting, bullets bouncing off the charging Elite's energy shield. It pulled back it's arm and slashed with the energy sword. This had been expected however and he rolled to avoid the glowing blade. It came in for another swipe, and he ducked underneath it. He raised his rifle and fired it point blank into the gut of the alien, pulling the trigger as fast as he could.

     A bullet pierced through, and the Elite flinched from the pain, dropping the plasma rifle. He reloaded his gun as fast as he could and stood up, hoping run across the room where he would stand a better chance, but the Elite was determined to make him pay for the grievance he had caused. As he began to run, it grabbed his leg with it's free hand, and dug it's claws deep into his calf muscle.

    "Ahh! You Mother ***"

     Steve screamed out in pain as the energy shield seared his flesh. The Elite withdrew it's fingers from within his leg, letting the crimson liquid flow freely from Steve's wounds, it's hand covered in Human blood. With one swift motion, the Elite kicked him, sending him across the room into a wall and knocking his M6J from his grasp. The Elite composed itself and began walking, sword in hand.

     The Elite held it's sword high as it approached him. It glistened against the black charred background, as if an angel come to release him from this nightmare. It came closer and with a swift stroke, the Elite hacked off Steve's right foot, splashing the nearby wall with crimson liquid. Blood flowed ferverously from his legs, now useless from their wounds. the Elite made an alien grin and came closer standing over the human's bloody ankles. In a last ditch effort, Steve drew his Magnum from it's leg holster and began firing untill his clip ran out, puncturing the Elite's armor in several places.

     The Elite began to waver, critically wounded from the M6D. It was not going to allow it's enemy to win and escape, and it would not give in. It raised it's arm one last time and thrust the sword into Steve's belly. He yelled in pain as the two tips pierced into his body, he wanted to find someone, but he was too weak to move and retrieve help. He waited, trying to stay awake as the pain turned minutes into hours. A red and purple puddle of blood was gathering at his foot where the Elite now lay, mixing together into an eerie dark red, the blood of two warriors continuing their master's struggle.

     Steve pushed himself closer to the wall with what strength remained in his arms, leaning up against it. He closed his eyes and waited, waited for the end to come, a release from the nightmare before him.

Sweet Release

     This was it. Steve was all alone, seperated from his unit during the chaos of battle. The sky was black with smoke, and the city in ruins. Steel and cement were mishappen in a tangle, scarred and scorched and deformed from constant plasma bombardment. The air was hot and the ground beneath him was warm to the touch. He didn't know what to categorize this place except as one thing -

     Hell.

     Steve was in a living hell, and stood up to face his punishment from the punisher, for all the little bad things he had done in his lifetime. But he wouldn't give in to the eight foot monster, he would fight it, fight it to the death if that is what it came too. It stepped to it's side, making it's way around the edge of the rubble arena. He held his rifle close, waiting for the opportune moment, and began walking opposite of the Elite.

     In one hand the beast held an energy sword, in the other, a plasma rifle. The burning fires around them enhanced the shine of it's red armour, making it appear to glow, as if fueled by the thousands it had slain. He knew that his only hope was for it to make a mistake before he did, he would stop this thing before it would harm another human being. They both stopped.

     In an instant the Elite sprung into action, bolting towards him, firing it's plasma rifle. Steve took cover on the ground and started shooting, bullets bouncing off the charging Elite's energy shield. It pulled back it's arm and slashed with the energy sword. This had been expected however and he rolled to avoid the glowing blade. It came in for another swipe, and he ducked underneath it. He raised his rifle and fired it point blank into the gut of the alien, pulling the trigger as fast as he could.

     A bullet pierced through, and the Elite flinched from the pain, dropping the plasma rifle. He reloaded his gun as fast as he could and stood up, hoping run across the room where he would stand a better chance, but the Elite was determined to make him pay for the grievance he had caused. As he began to run, it grabbed his leg with it's free hand, and dug it's claws deep into his calf muscle.

    "Ahh! You Mother ***"

     Steve screamed out in pain as the energy shield seared his flesh. The Elite withdrew it's fingers from within his leg, letting the crimson liquid flow freely from Steve's wounds, it's hand covered in Human blood. With one swift motion, the Elite kicked him, sending him across the room into a wall and knocking his M6J from his grasp. The Elite composed itself and began walking, sword in hand.

     The Elite held it's sword high as it approached him. It glistened against the black charred background, as if an angel come to release him from this nightmare. It came closer and with a swift stroke, the Elite hacked off Steve's right foot, splashing the nearby wall with crimson liquid. Blood flowed ferverously from his legs, now useless from their wounds. the Elite made an alien grin and came closer standing over the human's bloody ankles. In a last ditch effort, Steve drew his Magnum from it's leg holster and began firing untill his clip ran out, puncturing the Elite's armor in several places.

     The Elite began to waver, critically wounded from the M6D. It was not going to allow it's enemy to win and escape, and it would not give in. It raised it's arm one last time and thrust the sword into Steve's belly. He yelled in pain as the two tips pierced into his body, he wanted to find someone, but he was too weak to move and retrieve help. He waited, trying to stay awake as the pain turned minutes into hours. A red and purple puddle of blood was gathering at his foot where the Elite now lay, mixing together into an eerie dark red, the blood of two warriors continuing their master's struggle.

     Steve pushed himself closer to the wall with what strength remained in his arms, leaning up against it. He closed his eyes and waited, waited for the end to come, a release from the nightmare before him.

Sweet Release

     This was it. Steve was all alone, seperated from his unit during the chaos of battle. The sky was black with smoke, and the city in ruins. Steel and cement were mishappen in a tangle, scarred and scorched and deformed from constant plasma bombardment. The air was hot and the ground beneath him was warm to the touch. He didn't know what to categorize this place except as one thing -

     Hell.

     Steve was in a living hell, and stood up to face his punishment from the punisher, for all the little bad things he had done in his lifetime. But he wouldn't give in to the eight foot monster, he would fight it, fight it to the death if that is what it came too. It stepped to it's side, making it's way around the edge of the rubble arena. He held his rifle close, waiting for the opportune moment, and began walking opposite of the Elite.

     In one hand the beast held an energy sword, in the other, a plasma rifle. The burning fires around them enhanced the shine of it's red armour, making it appear to glow, fueled by the thousands it had slain. He knew that his only hope was for it to make a mistake before he did, he would stop this thing before it would harm another human being. They both stopped walking.

     In an instant the Elite sprung into action, bolting towards him, firing it's plasma rifle. Steve took cover on the ground and started shooting, bullets bouncing off the charging Elite's energy shield. It pulled back it's arm and slashed with the energy sword. This had beem expected however and he rolled to avoid the glowing blade. It came in for another swipe, and he ducked underneath it. He raised his rifle and fired it point blank into the gut of the alien, pulling the trigger as fast as he could.

     A bullet pierced through, and the Elite flinched from the pain, dropping the plasma rifle. He reloaded his gun as fast as he could and stood up, hoping run across the room where he would stand a better chance, but the Elite was determined to make him pay for the grievance he had caused. As he began to run, it grabbed his leg with it's free hand, and dug it's claws deep into his calf muscle.

    "Ahh! You Mother ***"

     Steve screamed out in pain as the energy shield seared his flesh. The Elite withdrew it's fingers from within his leg, letting the crimson liquid flow freely from Steve's wounds, it's hand covered in Human blood. With one swift motion, the Elite kicked him, sending him across the room into a wall and knocking his M6J from his grasp. The Elite composed itself and began walking, sword in hand.

     The Elite held it's sword high as it approached him. It glistened against the black charred background, as if an angel come to release him from this nightmare. It came closer and with a swift stroke, the Elite hacked off Steve's right foot, splashing the nearby wall with crimson liquid. Blood flowed ferverously from his legs, now useless from their wounds. the Elite made an alien grin and came closer standing over the human's bloody ankles. In a last ditch effort, Steve drew his Magnum from it's leg holster and began firing untill his clip ran out, puncturing the Elite's armor in several places.

     The Elite began to waver, critically wounded from the M6D. It was not going to allow it's enemy to win and escape, and it would not give in. It raised it's arm one last time and thrust the sword into Steve's belly. He yelled in pain as the two tips pierced into his body, he wanted to find someone, but he was too weak to move and retrieve help. He waited, trying to stay awake as the pain turned minutes into hours. A red and purple puddle of blood was gathering at his foot where the Elite now lay, mixing together into an eerie dark red, the blood of two warriors continuing their master's struggle.

     Steve pushed himself closer to the wall with what strength remained in his arms, leaning up against it. He closed his eyes and waited, waited for the end to come, a release from the nightmare before him.