[center][h2][color=BF1010]Spartan Lucas Ryker[/color][/h2][/center]

"Stay here, I'll punch us an opening." The Spartan braced himself on the corner, mentally preparing himself for the sprint he was about to make. [i]I hope.[/i] Loading a fresh magazine into the SMG he'd kept, Lucas used the corner of the ramp to vault around the corner, putting him closer to top speed faster and zig zagged while rushing the gun emplacement. While his shield took hits, the superior ammo capacity of his SMG allowed him to keep firing while they reloaded and that space of time also allowed the SPARTAN-IV to reach the barricade and leap it. He'd saved ten rounds in his gun just for this occasion and while the first two insurrectionists he saw, the lady gunner and one of her helpers, got a bullet to the head each, the last had time to attack in melee as it would seem he'd been in too much of a hurry to reload and fucked up his AR.

"Die you Alien loving piece of filth!" The man's first hit with the knife did disable Lucas's shields, a design flaw he was going to bring up to Spartan Command the next chance he got, the next blow was expertly deflected by Ryker and followed up by activating his energy dagger into the man's face.

"Rest in peace, scum." Leaning out around the corner of the barricade, Lucas beckoned Grikgar over and spoke into the team channel. {Come over here, Grik. We should have a better line of sight on the remaining rebels on the floor below us.}