[No Dachi]

Almost instinctively, No Dachi dropped to one knee and brought his assault rifle up to his shoulder, flicking the fire mode to single-shot semi automatic with his thumb. Aiming down the gunsight, he tried to control his breathing and keep the gun steady like he'd been taught in training. The old rifle range seemed quite far removed from the present situation with the heavily-armed Covenant craft screaming toward him...No Dachi focused, lining up his shot and then leading on from the fast moving target before squeezing the trigger once, twice, thrice, four times, leaving about a second's pause in between the line up again after the recoil. This done, he threw himself sideways onto the ground as the fighter shrieked overhead, twisting and bringing the assault rifle up again, trying to get a few more shots in as it passed overhead.