Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣

(parody account)

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

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[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

Damn—, his knife has a chip in it.

[𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍 ✸⌢⌀⌢⌾ @armoredlady]

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[Spartan -9051 @theSpartan9051]

Every playable character in halo games so far.
From mainline games to the spin offs like Spartan assault.

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

— of your skill? That seems more likely.”

A bit of encouragement, just to help keep things light on their trek back to safety.

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

Now that’s earned a laugh, one that has him planting a hand on his side. Though a brow arches behind his EVA VISR, his pace slowing to accompany her side.

“Bah—, I doubt you could be so bad.”

A brief pause.

“Perhaps their morale drops because they are envious —

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

— until she’s recovered enough to make him stop.

“Though I’ll be sure to tell the marines you said that.”

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

“You know—, all things considered?”

The male starts, all before casting a glance back her way.

“You are a ray of sunshine.”

He understands her lack of enthusiasm and downright abysmal view; but that’s not going to stop him from some gentle taunting, at least —

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

— we may be luckier than I thought.”

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

A low, contemplative hum escapes. Brows rising ever so slightly as he takes her words into consideration, though he does speak up.

“. . . Mm, there are varying degrees of luck.”

Glancing back, his pace slows to avoid causing more pain.

“If we survive this? Perhaps—

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

“Are we not known for tight scrapes and turning the tide of battle?”

While the two began their hike; he’d keep his head on a swivel, eyes squinting ever so slightly.

“. . . We III’s are known for our horrid luck, so let us hope you change that for bot of us.”

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

“They can be—.”

He pauses a beat.

“Under the right circumstances.”

With her armed and ready to move; he’ll move ahead of her, only occasionally taking a glance back to her.

“If you need to slow for a moment, let me know.”

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

Eyes widen behind his own VISR, yet the male offers a gentle yet reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“. . . Reliance on such a thing is dangerous.”

Of course he’s attempting to keep the mood light.

“Are you ready—? This will not be a fun hike.”

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

A slow breath is drawn in, a hand helping to keep her upright until her strength fully returns.

“. . . I have been called worse.”

Taking a quick glance around before he rises to his feet, he offers her a hand.

“If you are able to stand—, then let us get going.”

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

“Fantastic—.”

He pauses for a beat.

“Sit and rest. . . Then we can see about moving to a more secure location.”

Shifting to sit by her side; he removes the canister from her presence, a hand shaking before tossing the empty can aside.

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

Now that earned a soft chuckle; the nozzle of the canister forces itself between the plates of her armor and her techsuit, all before the foam is dispensed.

“. . . Be offended if it helps you power on. . . I would rather apologize to a living soldier than a memorial.”

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

“Would you please lie still—?”

A hand moves, reaching behind him to grab at a can of biofoam, something to at least cover the wound without fully compromising her armor.

“. . . Besides—, I know what fine looks like and right now? You are not looking fine.”

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

A quiet hum of concern escapes, gloved hands attempting to survey whatever damage had been caused.

“. . . There is a difference between coddling and concern. The difference is built on. . . Patronizing tone.”

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

“. . . Easy now, easy. . . Let’s see how bad your wounds are. . . Then we’ll get you extracted.”

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

“Aha—! I knew I still had some vodka!”

[Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｌａｎｇ - Ｂ𝟢𝟧𝟣 @SpartanSpecter]

He needs to find a whetstone for his knife.