Battle Story: Heavy Grunts Squads vs. Noble Six Setting: A war-torn battlefield, smoky skies and debris everywhere. The Heavy Grunts are gathered in a makeshift camp, giggling and joking about their next meal of food nipples while tinkering with their weapons. In the distance, Noble Six appears, lone figure surveying the chaos with cold determination. --- Yapnap: "Hey, Kapwap! Bet you can't hit that tree with your plasma grenade!" Kapwap: "Oh yeah? Watch me! Look at my aim!" throws grenade—misses badly, explodes harmlessly on the ground. Napbap: "Heh! Nice throw, buddy! More like a food nipple than a warrior!" Just then the ground shakes as Noble Six strides forward, the gleam of his DMR catching the dim light, the energy shield of his Mjolnir armor glimmering. Bapdap: "Guys, I think that human's coming our way. Someone tell him about our food nipples!" Silence falls as all Grunts turn to stare. Noble Six approaches, his expression as cold as ice. Hapjap: "Uh, wait! Don’t come any closer! We got... uh... spike grenades? And stuff?" Noble Six simply raises his DMR, aiming steadily. Unfazed, the Heavy Grunts rally together, a few brave ones scrambling for their fuel rods. Noble Six: "You're outnumbered and unprepared. You should flee. This won't end well for you." Yapnap: "Flee? We don’t flee! We’re heavy armor-equipped! Right, Grunts?" Some Grunts mumble in agreement, but the essence of fear creeps in. Noble Six was hyper-lethal, trained to strike precisely and mercilessly. He pulls the trigger; the magnum barked once. One grunt falls like a rag doll, the others gasping, their bravado shattered. The sound dies down as sheer panic takes over. Kapwap: "Retreat! Retreat!" grabs a plasma grenade, ready to charge forward. Noble Six: "Too late for that." As Kapwap charges, Noble Six sidesteps effortlessly, delivering a swift knife thrust into the thick of gut armor. The grunt's eyes widen as he gasps, dropping the grenade. Napbap: "He’s too strong! Charge, brothers! SUICIDE ATTACK!" Desperate, they all embrace their doom with grenades in hand, but… Noble Six sees what's coming and engages his energy shield as the blast erupts violently, sending Grunts flying but leaving him unscathed, a tempest amongst children’s play. --- Winner: Noble Six Noble Six's combat training, hyper-lethal ability, and superior armor made him an unstoppable force against the Heavy Grunts. While the Grunts had numbers, their childish antics were no match for the cold precision of a Spartan. Each shot was calculated; every move was lethal. He didn’t just fight. He dismantled their will to battle with sheer skill and strength, proving that courage isn’t enough when facing true power. They laughed about food nipples; he laughed not at all, for this was war, and he was born for it.