I had no concept of what 100 words was, so nearly at 500 words my original draft is a bit bigger. Thought I'd post it anyway. The year was 2552. I was being hunted down. I'm not sure why, but they were looking for blood and I wasn't going to just give myself in. The chase led me to the Ark and I found myself in a tower that looked out upon the biggest waterfall I've ever seen. I made my way to the top of the tower to try and find way out, all I found was a couple of frags and an energy sword. So I turned around and found three Spartans patrolling the bottom level, they were looking for me. They knew that had a size advantage, they were going to stick together no matter what. I stood on a centralised balcony and watched them making sure every movement I made was as slow as possible so I would appear on their motion trackers. They would have to move to me, and so they did. I saw my opportunity and took it. I grabbed a frag and threw it in the middle of all three of them. I hoped to take them all out then and there, but the grenade bounced. I saw a flash; the Spartan's shield had saved him, but only for a few precious seconds. I jump from my watch tower and pull the trigger. Three rounds left my battle rife, each hitting the dome of the first unlucky Spartan. He hit the ground before I did. My grenade had done more than just take down some shields it had also infused panic in the group. They were disorientated; apparently they weren’t expecting an aerial attack. I pulled out my new sword and ran it though the second Spartan’s back. The odds were looking better but this last guy had not only spotted me, but also put some distance between us. Still moving back rounds started to fire. The first burst hit me in the legs, and then I ran. He was armed with a BR, a weapon I knew all too well. I knew when it was next going to fire, and when that time came I jumped. Three more rounds hit the floor below me. He had missed, but he learnt. He raised his gun, I could no longer jump over his shots and he was aiming at a much bigger target area now. I kept on running at him, he kept on shooting. For each hit I was one step closer to death, but one step closer to him. I had to hope my shield would hold, or he misses my vital organs when the shield goes down. They did go down. The flash of the shield popping was my mark. At that moment I lunged forward, and swung. I could kill him in one swing, but my visor wasn’t going to stop a round at point blank. I made contact first. He dropped his gun first and with an “Ugh” his body dropped too.