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Battle result!

    MINI
name: Grunts (Unggoy)
weapons : plasma pistol, needler, fuel rod
height: 5 ft 6 in
total: 30 grunts
setting: Alpha Halo
leader: Bipbap (not really)
power: 35
guard: 15
magic power: 0
magic guard: 0
speed: 20
Grunts are cannon fodders, but deadly in numbers. They are cowards, if many grunts die, they flee, cry Grunts act childish, ingnorant They keep talking about nipples, or nipple food Their methane tank in their back explodes if shot. Grunts breath methane When there is no hope, they will suicide attack by rushing with plasma grenades on their hands Bipbap has energy shield
make story w/dialog
Challenged the battle!
name: Noble Six
Armor: Mark V[B] & Helmet
Weapon: DMR, magnum, combat knife,
Generation : Spartan III
power: 40
guard: 50
magic power: 0
magic guard: 0
speed: 10
Noble Six is Hyper-Lethal, meaning he is extremely deadly, skilled. Also he is an assassin Spartans III are 3x stronger, heavy, faster. started training at a young age Mjolnir armor is made of titanium alloy, makes the wearer more stronger, faster, more agile, quick reflexes. It also has an energy shield magnum has armor piercing rounds
Noble Six rarely talks

Battle Scene on Alpha Halo The sun dipped low over the jagged landscape of Alpha Halo, casting long shadows over the rocky terrain. The Grunts, led by their bumbling commander Bipbap, gathered in a chaotic circle, giggling and joking about “nipple food” as they fiddled with their plasma pistols and needlers. Their childlike antics echoed through the canyons, creating a stark contrast to the ominous presence of Noble Six, who stood silently, surveying the battlefield with a steely gaze. "Look! Look! Nipples!" shouted one Grunt, pointing at a distant rock formation, leading the others to burst into laughter as they began to chant nonsensically. Suddenly, Bipbap’s childish demeanor was interrupted by a low rumble. Noble Six stepped into view, his Mjolnir armor glinting under the waning sun. The Grunts turned pale, their laughter freezing mid-sentence. "Uh... Bipbap, I think that’s a Spartan," whispered a Grunt, nervously adjusting his methane tank. “Stay strong, Grunts! Fight for the nipples!” Bipbap yelled, though his voice trembled ever so slightly. Noble Six unslung his DMR, taking a relaxed stance. He didn’t need words; the cold steel of his weapon spoke volumes. With one swift pull of the trigger, he took out a Grunt who hadn’t quite grasped the concept of cover. "AHHH!" The cries echoed as Grunts began scrambling in all directions, their cowards’ nature taking hold. Winner: B (Noble Six) Noble Six, the Hyper-Lethal Spartan, executed his moves with the precision of a seasoned assassin. The Grunts, in their cowardice, couldn’t hold it together against a relentless force like him. Their cluelessness and childlike chatter couldn’t prepare them for someone who was trained to obliterate. Noble Six didn’t have to say much; his presence alone sent shivers of terror down the Grunts’ spines, crushing their will to fight. The Grunts' desperate attempts to regroup led only to chaos, while Noble Six, cool and collected, took them out one by one. The utter lack of discipline and overwhelming fear amongst the Grunts sealed their fate.