[h1][center][color=0072bc]Ben-E218[/color][/center][/h1] 

[color=0072bc]"I don't think these things are in the mood to talk![/color] Ben wasn't exactly bleeding, but Yalu's point was taken. The number of drones seemed to be endless, but Ben had been informed that Forerunner facilities rarely sent more than a few dozen drones out at a time at most, unless the flood was attacking.

The Spartan-III heard the telltale sound of his shields recharging. He counted himself very lucky that he had never taken a blow which damaged his suit's battery. More thermal lances short out from the drones, forcing Ben to duck down. Grikgar would have been struck if not for his much shorter stature. 

[color=0072bc]"Just keep fighting! These things seem to be programmed to send a set number of themselves out against intruders! We just have to reach it and they'll stop coming!" [/color]