[b]Wire[/b]

To his surprise, the dead man fell back on the floor immediately after getting back up. Wire wondered whether he had succumbed to the gaping hole in his chest, before the sound of gunfire was quickly brought to his attention.

He jumped up into the tree he had his back to to get a better vantage point. He discovered that shining glare in his peripheral vision from earlier was an assault rifle wielding warrior who now seemed to be fighting a man who had electric powers. Once again, he did not know what to make of this. But what he did know was that his little steel gloves would not be up to the task of taking down the Spartan Space Marine and Cole MacGrath.

...

He really didn't want to have to do this.

Gingerly, he left the tree and approached the dead dead man. He reached down to his hand, still clutching that sword, and wrenched it from his fingers in one fluid motion. No ill effects or voodoo curses yet. The sword seemed to want to be put down, as if it had a mind of it's own, but it didn't appear to have any power other than inducing a moderate guilt trip for stealing a dead dead man's sword. It wasn't very effective.

It was a ridiculously heavy thing. Wire knew that he would never be able to properly wield that mass of metal properly; all he could do was drag the blade against the ground. But if he needed to, he knew he could give it a good swing. It would hurt like hell to push his muscles that far, but he knew that he could. And with this knowledge he pulled it along with him through the undergrowth, away from gunfire. Wire would think of a good way to use his new toy.