The Hunter's head jerked upwards as the punch connected, but as the Elite latched onto him, he jerked backwards far more quickly than he should have been able to, barely managing to duck out of the way of the grasping alien's hands. As he moved, he brought up one of his bulkhead-armored arms, hauling it up for a quick swipe at the Elite's center.
Illinois carefully moves his right hand, making sure that it, too isn't injured. Same with his legs. He then reached up with his good hand, and slowly pulled off his helmet then slowly, carefully stood up.
"Look, I can stay here. With the blood from my nose, broken bones and such, I'm sure any escapees with mistake me for a stiff. If there are and ODSTs nearby then I'll get them to send me a medic. But the mission is imperative. Complete it. I'm a liability to you like this. So bugger off."
Another roar, though the Hunter didn't seem to heed the sword that the Elite had ignited. Instead of aiming for the Elite, it made an adjustment to the bulkhead it was wielding, instead aiming for that sword, as though he were going to knock it out of Teaspoon's hand. And maybe take the hand, while he was at it.
Again, even though he was massive, the Elite had agility on his side and managed to barely move out of the way again, the sword nicking the bulkhead a little and slicing right through like it was butter. It was at that, that he silently thanked his adoptive father for letting him earn a red sword, which all Elites knew was of a higher intensity than the standard blue.
That moment of silent distraction provided another opportunity for the Hunter, though, as he twisted around and made for a backhand at the Elite. (Talking may be a free action, but apparently, thinking isn't. XD)
(Actually, I'm gonna just say that taking that much force on the firearms alone is a bit much, even for ol' Spoony. But that's just me thinking about how bones reenacted to bring smacked real hard with something heavy. This is just too much fun. :p)
At that, though, the shoulder-mounted fuel rod array began to stir again, charging as the Hunter began to move forwards again, flexing both arms and making whatever high-impact steel the bulkheads were made of groan as they flexed. He didn't answer.
Teaspoon simply smiled though as the Hunter felt something land on his armor and a few dozen caseless sub-machine gun rounds start impacting the exposed part of the back of his neck and the armor around it.
//Told you it was a Hunter// he said, while talking to Illinois. ''Your not staying alone, your not going alone, we leave noone alone. '' he said while sitting down next to him ''We're a team.. You won't go alone until someone in command says so, and even then i will try to go with you, your just a target when you're alone?''
"In the end I doubt they'd care much for someone who looks like a corpse. If I were them then I'd go after the larger team. So piss off. Don't jepardize the mission on my account. I'll be fine. It's not like I don't have any experiance."