As he palmed the door control he saw a brief glimpse of a familiar green glow, and that glimpse saved his life. The Prophet, clearly having been notified that his kind's sins were now open
and foully exposed, had a plasma pistol charged and ready to kill whoever would inevitably come for him. It was a cowardly and pointless act of defiance. The Shipmaster ducked under the
hissing green blast and rolled into the room, rising with a sweeping blow to knock the frail deceiver from his floating throne before the pistol could cool enough for a second shot.-Chpt.14 pg.502

"Rabbit!" Didn't know which of them had said it. Maybe they all had. Their bunny was dead.
An Elite stood over her. Stood on her. No, stomped on her, huge foot pounding down over and over on her chest. Crushed her rib cage into a jagged mess of bone shards. Made a pulp of her lungs and heart. Pulverized her. Flattened a hole through her
until it was stomping only on the shower floor, smeared with gore. The lockers were spattered. The Elite's legs were coated with Rabbit's remains.

It saw them, and still it didn't stop. As Lopez yelled something, she didn't know what, and tightened her trigger finger, the Covenant raised its huge foot and slammed down on Rabbit's face, smashing her stunned, vacant expression. Then the

As the last syllable escaped Jonah's lips a sudden crackle of energy sparked in the cool night air. Roland's body quaked-a violent, sudden spasm erupting from his torso and pulsing through his limbs in a series of aftershocks―then he seized as the muscles along his spinal column clinched and froze. Jonah sprang back, instinctively taking up a defensive stance-pistol instantly off his hip and in firing position, the events before him slowing to a crawl.

For less than a second Roland stood perfectly upright and motionless before his body jerked with another forceful, involuntary start as the dual-pronged tips of a Covenant energy sword pierced his chest, sliding through his body and armor like wet paper. Jonah's eye caught on the flicker of the blade's plasma sizzling red with blood-the weapon's dual blades protruded farther from his partner's chest.

Shaking himself from his daze, Jonah unloaded his Magnum's clip just over Roland's shoulders.

The Elite seemed like any other in terms of its
size and physical makeup, but was made more imposing by the sleek, custom armor that covered its entire body, including a full-faced helmet with a cycloptic visor port wrapping from right to left. There was also an odd shifting in the armor's col-
oring, as if it were analyzing and adapting to its environment, the base color of the armor adjusting, changing to blend with the background, making it hard to focus on the alien's movements.

While not as effective as active-camouflage, this new chameleonlike feature definitely provided a strategic advantage.-Chpt.7 pg.186

Now, still reeling from the effects of the flash bangs, the lot of them were essentially helpless. Not being one to waste the upper hand, Jonah pressed the issue, driven by a terrible motivation that sat at the heart of his hatred for the Covenant-the thought of his biological brothers and sisters, his mother and father, killed-murdered-vaporized into dust and ash during the Covenant's
sacking of Eirene. As the first few silent rounds flashed from the muzzle of his M7S, impacting on the nearest Elite's chest and throat, the momentary sadness brought on by the memory of his family's smiling faces dissipated, replaced by joy.-Chpt.7 pg.178

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She slipped on the blood-slick floor, caught the impression of movement in front of her, and pulled the trigger without waiting. The bullets punched into the Elite's gut and purple blood splashed down on her face and neck. It doubled over, massive hands cupping its belly. Got a full-on cough of the
creature's fetid breath, those four spiny jaws twitching beneath the clenched fist of a head flexed wide in surprise, anger, or some emotion she'd never understand. Especially without their
armor,

That surprised her so much she shut up, listened with the alien. Benti heard a last bark of gunfire, the moaning gargle of a dying Elite on the far side of the hangar.

Even unarmed, a Covenant Elite was more than capable of overpowering any Marine with its bare hands. They never stopped, they never gave up until you put them down.-Chpt.8 pg.250

Had no swearwords left to use on them. One popped: Two popped. Henry pushed her aside. Swung his bat. Four popped. Punched the last so hard against the wall the panel dented, green sludge on his fist. He reeled back from the puff of spores, waving them from his face. Safe.-Chpt.8 pg.341

Jonah's eye caught on the flicker of the blade's
plasma sizzling red with blood-the weapon's dual blades protruded farther from his partner's chest.
Shaking himself from his daze, Jonah unloaded his Magnum's clip just over Roland's shoulders.
The bullets pinging off something large, but unseen; each round harmlessly deflected into the night. A replacement mag- azine clicked home in the pistol before the last of the barrage's shells hit the ground.-Chpt.7 pg.184