Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20170825014404/@comment-27661770-20170825224315

Hunter stood by, waiting for action.

Master Chief had been off trying to concoct something to destroy Trojan. Thirty-five years of military training, extensive knowledge on a vast array of scientific and mathematical subects, access to literally whatever weapon the UNSC had available for him and ability to use majority of all enemy weapons, training in literally every CQC combat for tht humanity had available during his time and near-mastery of them all, and 290 pounds of raw muscle. He'd smelled something fishy from the start which is partially why this living tank had gone majorly easy on everyone.

If he'd wanted to, he could have just thrown an Elephant at everyone. ...until Zarita had come in, of course. She was really the only person who could stand up to him. That, and the time witches.

...and that meat shield person.

(And yes, that's all canonical. Every bit of that training. HE WAS INDUCTED WHEN HE WAS SIX ANd TRAINED EVERY DAY, 365 DAYS A YEAR FROM THAT DAY FORWARDS. MASTER CHIEF Is nOT SOMEONE YOU EASILY FUCK WITH.

I've just realized how dangerous of a character I had but chose not to have as a juggernaut sweeping the field.)