Revise paste Halo Evolutions 13

As Baird rose to his knees, then his feet, wheeling, trying to get a bead on the Elite--there was a blur, a flash of light and thunderous impact. His breath was knocked out of him. The Carbine fell from his hands. He looked down at a strange scene. The fourth Grunt was pressed up against his belly, squirming, staring up at him and wailing. The Grunt was impaled on a fork of blinding light, a Covenant energy sword. The twin tines of superheated, seething energy had passed through the Grunt. And through Baird.

He looked up into the face of the Elite. The massive creature regarded him through cold black eyes. It tilted its head. Baird wondered what the gesture meant. And the Elite yanked the blade from both of them. The Grunt fell dead, Baird, back to
his knees, clutching his belly. Ferocious, burning pain seemed to consume his entire torso. He felt like his innards were boiling. He looked down at his hands, expecting to see blood. There was none. The two holes in his clothes smoldered, the flesh beneath fused and cauterized. Baird fell face forward into blackness.

"Wake up." His mother again. It was time to go to school. But it wasn't the same. He wasn't cold. He was burning. He was on fire. "Wake up." Insistent, but worried. Not mother. Mo Ye again. "I'm dead."
"You're not dead. But you're not in good shape. The blades passed right through you. Scorched a lot of stuff. Missed your spine by a distance I can't even make myself repeat."

"I feel like I'm dying."

"That's not surprising. You have serious burns. And significant injuries. Internal and external. I'm going to give you some meds, and we're going to try again."

"It didn't work out so good last time." He coughed and a spasm of pain squeezed him like an invisible fist.-Chpt.4 pgs.90-91