Revise paste Halo First Strike 5

His shield dropped away, and the insistent drone of a warning indicator pulsed in his helmet. His vision clouded from the flare of energy weapon discharges, and he struggled to draw a bead on the Elite in front of Polaski. It was no good-he had no
clear shot. The Elite drew a plasma pistol. Polaski drew her own side-arm.

She was faster or luckier. Her pistol cleared its holster; she snapped it up and fired. The pistol boomed as a shot took the Elite right in the center of its elongated helmet. The Elite's own shot went wide and seared into the deck behind Polaski.
Polaski emptied her clip into the alien's face. A pair of rounds rocked the alien back. Its shields faded, and the remaining rounds tore through armor and bone. It fell on its back, twitched twice, and died.

Johnson and Locklear unleashed a hellish crossfire into the corridor and made short work of the remaining Elites as Polaski hugged the deckplates.
"Now that's what I'm talkin' about," Johnson crowed. "An honest-to-God turkey shoot."-Chpt.7 pg.80