It took him a good half an hour, but he reached the location. A strange group of rocks, defended by a large amount of Scral, without any defenses in place. It confused him. When he used his helmet to zoom in on the rock formation, he realized they weren't rocks, but remnants of walls. And from the looks of it, very old walls.
A few hundred Scral were spread all over the place, despite a lack of human corpses. For some reason, the Scral had tried to scare off any approaching humans at all costs, despite being picked off by snipers and long range guns. A brave thing to do. And if he guessed right, a zealous thing as well. Most of the surviving Scral were wounded as well, yet they stayed in place. He smiled. Bravery. It was perhaps the only thing he could respect in his enemy.
He put away his guns, and drew two swords, about two feet in length. Two thin things, made on his request. His old hobby, something he had perfected to a level most people couldn't even comprehend.
He jumped up, his jet pack carrying him hundreds of feet into the air, far above where they could see him, before going down again. He landed on top of a Scral, crushing him completely. Not very surprising, considering the suit and human combined weighed around six hundred pounds
He stood still for a second, his two swords crossed in front of him, his eyes closed. He breathed calmly, his pain but a distant memory in his mind. This was his territory. He would dance with them. The dance of death. He moved, gracefully sinking through his knees as he stepped between two Scrals. As he raised himself, his swords cut both in half. He twisted around, severing two heads and slicing open a neck. He stepped backwards, and drove his sword in the chest of the Scral behind him, before doing a backwards somersault, lifting the dead body easily due to a rapid turn of his hand. The corpse blocked the bullets fired at him. As he landed, he punched another in the face, breaking it with his armored hand, before he pierced another Scral through the eye with the tip. He turned again, throwing the corpse off his sword and onto two others, before his blade wiped aside a stream of bullets, deflecting them in another group.
He danced through them, slicing them up, his mind following the tunes of a melody only known by him. He showed his respect for their bravery by personally killing each and every one of them, his swords slaying all.