Ohio's response is just as immediate, but much less confusing as he puts a magazine into the elite's shields and then into the elite. Going loud is going to draw every Covenant eyeball from here to... whatever the hell kind of landmarks this place has, but it's the only answer Ohio has to stalling the big, multi-jawed death sentence that's much closer to hand and already lighting up his shields with plasma.

He's already falling back the way he came to get out of melee range because jesus christ, and the flash of the sticky grenade gives him all the more incentive. Pi isn't here and the accelerator is gone, Ohio can't work through this situation from all the angles as he books it back along the wall, but the part of him that still runs steely under the adrenaline makes a note of the resource spent in his favor. Interesting. Use it now, think about it more if he makes it out of this alive.

The more important problem is that fucking hunter rounding on them with the confidence of... well, of a creature five times their size with an anti-tank weapon on one arm. The sniper rifle he's unslinging is an answer to this thing maybe if he can-

"There are alarms going off in here, Ohio!" Lane reminds, because he'd really hoped for some obvious sign of assistance by now.

"Kinda busy, Lane!"