Creative Writing: Sangheili's Fight

“I want to know where they are and how many men are coming. Find out, and don’t fail me again,” He replied sternly. “In the meantime, what’s our plan from here?”

“Calm down Sam, save that fire for the war, right now we have some work to do.” John said.

“It looks kind of like some kind of Chimera.” Maia said, “Basically, a chimera is a mix of different kinds of species, although it is very rarely a visual change like this. What I’m wondering though is who their master is.”

“Whoever they belong to,” she continues, walking around the evidence, “it looks like they were facing someone. These smaller footprints appear to be facing the larger ones. Someone knows what happened here.”

He had about twenty-six days of training under his belt and he was going to get to choose what he thought would be the best people to take with him. Almost fifteen hours later, he arrived. Little did he know he had the best team already setup containing quite a few very close friends that he thought died oversea because he hadn’t heard from them. Altogether there were a total of six of them. Small but great, John thought to himself. The team was small, but had all the skills to pull this off. They had Anthony, Jones, and Cedar as snipers, Aaron specialized in bomb defense, and then there were John and Clay as specially trained foot-troops required in order to finish the job. And before they knew it, they were in action.

Colonel Lambert took a step back trying to see where the voice had come from, “I’m Colonel Lambert US Army from the 3rd Infantry Regiment in DC.”

"Samuel's father is with them. He should be able to help while we help fight those things. Come on," he told her, pulling out a pistol for her to take. She grabbed it, putting it in her front pocket. "We have to inform the force."

“What's happening guys?” He asked. I could hear the frustration in his voice. “We are better than this!”

He turns towards Randy, "This is why you should not let your emotions get to you. This is always you should not rush into battle, He who rushes into battle, loses. Remember that,

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Walker snarls, using his arm as a barricade to keep Spencer against the wall. Eleanor stands back with Delta, one arm wrapped securely around her. Logan gave off some bullshit explanation as to what just went down before ushering everyone away from the more public area. Logan stands at the back of the group, leaving Walker to deal with the idiot. Walker seem to be more than capable of dealing with Spencer. “Answer me!” he yells.

Shhh. I blew the sound out, silencing the conversation. A group of six armed soldiers walked right up to our gathering.

“Th-They should stand somewhere else if they don't want to get killed.” Marco responded. “But the minotaurs won't let us leave!”

"BloodDemon?" I looked back at a young tom, ShadowCore, he was the Beta Male of the Tribe, strong and handsome, he should make a good alpha in the future, "Yes?" I called back to him, and stopped the rest of the tribe stopped as well and started to chat with eachother

“Right,” one said. “Now the Proctor and Lexus are dead, who is our new leader?”

The author’s purpose in writing this book was to explain the role of the ‘leader’ in the Marine Corps. To accomplish this the author used examples of corps values, ethos, individual courage and unit spirit.