Crunch. Snap. Crack.
The sound was generally the same no matter what foot set upon the brittle, discarded limbs of all arboria, but it was clear by the heavy, complete snapping of these branches that whatever had crossed paths with them was large, brutish, and perhaps a little bit tired. It turned out to be a man, if he could be called that. More of a tower, at about twenty-one hands tall (if you know anything about horses), clad in a dull green armor, all underneath a dark brown shawl or cloak. Overall the behemoth was completely drab in the way of color, save for the bright goldenrod visor of his helmet.
The Chief was indeed running on fumes, having been walking for days with no rest, on his search for the Capitol. It would have been easier if the soldier would ask for directions, but he was keeping his distance from anyone and everyone in this world. It was hard to trust them, because they were all such strange beings. All from different realities, he had come to understand, and not one of them was from his reality, no understood the true gravity of his mission. But really, to some of them, it was probably inconsequential. Their own troubles managed to be larger than his, even though what troubled him was complete galactic war, in his home dimension.
So, incredibly tired and with no real idea where he was, the spartan had not even realized he'd crossed into the Hallowed Forest of Halcyon, and into the ruins of the first attempt at civilization of the sector. He glanced around, on guard but not really convinced he'd encounter anything in this tranquil forest. So, when he heard a noise other than himself come from deeper within the ruins, he lifted his cloak to reveal a gunmetal grey rifle, more specifically his favored assault rifle. Training on the spot the sound had originated from, John walked closer, carefully.
It had been a rustling of mosses, a shuffling of chairs inside an abandoned home. John turned the corner into the collapsed living room, looking for the origin of the disturbance. He saw nothing, until a small rabbit poked its head out of an old bucket and scampered out of the room. John sighed, lowering his gun and watching the rabbit run away. He turned his back to the room, by now almost unaware to the rumbling that grew behind its walls...Which came to the point that the entire crumbling house exploded into rubble, with a huge blood-red drake busting through the decrepit structure and letting out a bestial roar at the super soldier, baring its teeth and charging.