Everything was humid, the air reaked with the foetid stench of the dead: I was trained to resist this; to embrace the art of war and to bask my arms in the blood of the slain, but I could not: I was a survivor, my superiors convincing me I was a victor against the pestilence, but I knew that not to be true: My dearest freinds lay injured infront of me, I was desolate within my own mind, but I knew a better day would come, when we would crush the human ranks and rise up to asencion! But until that day would come, I would remain what I am now, the Arbiter, the right-hand of the profits and the key to the door which would destroy and rectify our Deity's wrongs: I would earn my place in the heavens of the foreunners, and until then, I may aswell enjoy the thrill of the fight.
Before anything was to be done, I drew my swords, in battle-stance, and ran headlong to the putrid human frontlines, roaring a feirce battle-crys as I shouted commands at my followers: At that point the sorrow of loss fell into the deepist crevices of my mind, as I leaped into the marine platoons, immediatly decapitating two marines, and incapacating another with the hilt of my sword. Another lowly soldier unleashed a devestating frenzy of bullets upon me, but with the might of the gods, they were to be felled by my divine armour: Rage, and the unforgetable zeal filled my mind as I plunged my sword into the heart of a marine, but then, everything died down, my army fleeing before my eyes, as I realised what would come to be: One, lone bullet periced my skin, ripping my arm from my body, a second round of ammunition tearing through my chest, and soon I was on the ground, dieing, looking at the face of my killer, but it was nor a face or a human: It was a Spartan, and there, my dieing thought: The demon, has killed me....
So I hear you like mudkips....
Yeah, mine totally evolved from a mudkip into a marshchomp when I saw your sister, and totally unevolved back when it saw your mother 0_o