Halbjorn sees red. His hands shake, his grip tightens on the axe.
This is no longer just a fight - someone will die for this.
"Tell... V... run." he growls, axe sweeping through the pile of rubble to punctuate the statement. That's all he manages - that, and turning his sights on the Spartans instead of Syd. The next vocalization is a deafening roar.
Halbjorn isn't home any more.
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