Eryx's module triggered the moment the shotgun was pointed in his direction at such close range, quickly and with great power his fist came up, swinging towards the shotgun with easily enough force to shatter it if it connected. [color=9e0b0f]"Real Spartan?" [/color] He questioned, his posture maintained aside from the punch he'd sent out, though under his helmet his eyes flooded with rage. [color=9e0b0f]"A weak, untested wretch like you is real because he thinks he can play hero? You don't know the first thing about what real Spartans do. You're fed the same propaganda the civilians are and only get a few of the truth's while you're in the process to feel like you've actually done something with your worthless life, like the cowards they sent to reach to die. You think they didn't know every last one of you was going to die against that horde? Lambs to the slaughter for publicity where they sacrificed ODST's parading around in our armor."[/color]