[b]Something Manly and Impulsive...[/b] [i]Dojoville, ???[/i] Lieutenant Mark Render stumbled down the beaten path, his combat boots kicking dirt and gravel with every step, as he slowly made his way towards the city walls. After Gonzo had seen the city from the mountaintop, they'd decided to make camp inside of the D77-HTCI's hold, and wait out the ruthless blizzard. The snow had polished his armor, once more honing the battle-worn suit to the keen pinnacle of combat that it had once been. It had been two days since they had departed, and still they hadn't yet fully descended the mountain. Their rebreathers had prevented them from oxygen toxicity, but their heavy packs had issued a large toll upon their legs. They were beaten, exhausted, and tortured by their cruel surroundings. Even sleep offered no respite. Render was still plagued by his memories of New Mombasa: vivid flashes in the night; still ambiance broken by staccato gunfire; the alien shrieks of Jiralhanae echoing throughout the concrete jungle. Hell had been emptied on that day, and its demons had walked upon Earth. It was fitting, therefore, that the Helljumpers would make New Mombasa their crucible. They were now a hundred meters away from the Dojo's gate. Render gazed up at it, but exhaustion stifled his curiosity. He withdrew his M6/SOCOM from its holster, set down his rucksack, and cautiously advanced towards the wall. Gonzo and Smith covered his back from the tree-line, where they were scouting the area with their UAV drones. [spoiler]Open to all, but we need access to enter the Dojo. Keep in mind that they are straight from the Halo universe, and have no idea what to expect on the inside, so don't treat this too casually. [/spoiler]