Jonah followed the plasma blast with a barrage of bullets from his pistol, lightly feathering the trigger for maximum rate of fire. But this Elite was too fast. Jonah hit his mark with a few rounds but the nimble alien easily avoided the rest; an unsettling turn of events for a marksman of Jonah's caliber.-Chpt.7 pgs.186-187

Jonah had two additional disruptors, but he would
As Jonah retrieved the alien weapon, he was sure his foe would attack. Instead, the alien held its ground-showing an extraordinarily high level of restraint, even for an Elite. Usually Covenant warriors pressed any advantage-attacking in force until their enemies were overrun and slaughtered, but this one was different. It hadn't taken part in the firefight between the Spartans and the rest of the camp's Covenant contingent. It had stayed back-
hidden; waiting. For what? Sangheili weren't cowards.

Unlike the Unggoy and Kig-Yar, whose bravery and ferociousness most often relied. squarely on the tide of battle, the Sangheili were uniformly fearless foes. Why would this one in particular wait until its colleagues were beaten before launching its assault? Jonah wanted answers to these questions-craved the hows and whys-but more than anything he just wanted this creature dead.-Chpt.7 pg.185

Rimmer told them Henry had found the cricket bat in the guard's locker room. Who knew when the guards had the chance to play cricket, or where, but the Elite was a natural with it. A rabid white slug thing had dropped from one of the overhead lights, moving too fast for any of them to shoot, and he'd splatted it against the far wall with one easy swing. Clarence examined the green goop falling in clumps and nodded his approval. Yet Benti knew Clarence could turn around and kill Henry in an instant.

She threw herself back only to stop flat against Henry, who pulled her aside with one arm, the other swinging that cricket bat and hitting another ball sac down the length of the hall. Benti scrambled up, away from the Covenant, with undue
haste.

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Moving as quickly as he could, Roland finished planting his charge on the third of the four reactors and turned toward his final target, when he saw a squad of five Elites and four Grunts heading up the low brim that led to the barracks. Certain that Jonah was able to handle himself, but not wanting his partner caught unaware by the Covenant making a beeline directly for him, Roland altered his course to engage this new threat, tossing a frag grenade into their midst to soften them up. The small, round explosive bounced and ignited directly between two of the Elites; their shields flared and died.

The other Elites lost their shields, but only temporarily, and of the four Grunts, three were killed in the blast, the other falling in a heap,
mortally wounded. Roland threw his second grenade. The two shieldless Elites went down, not dead, but out of the fight--one missing its legs at the knees and the other with a gaping wound in its stomach, intestines and fluid pouring forth onto the matted grass. The remaining Elites once again lost their shields, this time for good. They wheeled around, trying to spot their attacker. Roland's camo flickered, momentarily giving away his position,
as he emptied his clip into the disoriented Elites.-Chpt.7 pgs.176-177

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Eventually I stopped making friends. Mason died in my arms on Asmara after one of the snake-headed Covenant Elites speared him along with ten other ODSTs with his energy sword before I got off a near point-blank shot with a missile launcher. I found Mason lying among the debris; I could smell his seared flesh. He looked up at me with glassy eyes and asked for his mother, then coughed up blood and just . . . stopped being.-chpt.5 pg.130