Downslope, Romeo saw that I had gotten loose, and he took that as his cue to stop tumbling and start tussling. He rolled to his knees, facing upslope, and ground to a halt, ready to face the forty armed fools coming after him—just like he’d always planned it that way.
	He scooped up a fist-sized rock and whipped it at the nearest rebel. It caught the man in his armor’s faceplate and shattered it. He flopped over like a rag doll, and his rifle skittered down the slope ahead of him.
	Romeo hurled another couple rocks at the rest of the rebels. He caught one in the leg, shattering her knee, and he knocked the gun out of another one’s hands.
	The rebels realized that the man they’d been chasing had only been toying with them until now, and they scrambled for cover. If they’d had some discipline—and a decent commander leading them—they might have opened up concentrated fire on Romeo instead and overwhelmed him with their sheer numbers.
	Then they might have had a chance.
	Romeo leaped forward and snatched up the fallen rifle next to him. He quickly checked its action, saw it was good, and then started picking off the rebels one by one.
	...
	I glanced farther downslope and saw Romeo having his way with the rest of the rebels. They’d scattered before him like rats trying to escape a hungry lion. The only chance they had was to run, but he was so much faster. It was no contest.

Halo: New Blood Ch 17