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

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.

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.

결재 문서가 없습니다.

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

"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

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

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