But the beard seemed to melt away as she touched it, and she found
herself sitting quietly under a tree—while the Gnat (for that was the
insect she had been talking to) was balancing itself on a twig just
over her head, and fanning her with its wings.
"Grenades-up and over those shields, Spartans," Admiral Whitcomb bellowed. The Master Chief and Anton primed plasma grenades and hurled them from their prone positions. They hit the far wall
and dropped into the cluster of Elites and Jackals-behind their shields. There was a pair of blue flashes, and the enemy formation blew apart. Jackals scattered and ran.
Grace fired the fuel rod gun, hit the broken phalanx formation, and blew them literally to bits. She dropped the weapon.-Chpt.20 pg.228