T-600 Boulder

	The Terminator had another idea. Putting down the chainsaw, it bent over and yanked a large boulder out of the muddy soil alongside the stream. It hurled the rock at the ice near Molly. She dived out of the way, skidding across the surface. The missile collided with the frozen surface, which cracked but did not shatter beneath the impact. Hairline fractures spider-webbed across the top of the river, only a few yards away from Molly.
	Puddles formed atop the ice.
	Molly grasped the Terminator’s strategy. It was trying to drive her off the river by leaving her no place to stand.Not a bad plan, actually. There was no way she could make it to the opposite shore in time to avoid going for a swim.
	“Fuck!”The T-600 searched the shore for another boulder. Finding a suitable chunk of granite, it lifted the missile above its head. Servomotors whirred in its arms and shoulders. It took aim at the fractured ice. Another good hit would be enough to break the thick sheet apart in a big way. Molly shivered in anticipation. Ice water lapped against her boots. This was going to be cold...
	The Terminator was about to hurl the boulder like a catapult when a high-pitched whoop came from the top of the hill.

Terminator Salvation: Cold War (chapter 14)