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- As the last syllable escaped Jonah's lips a sudden crackle of energy sparked in the cool night air. Roland's body quaked-a violent, sudden spasm erupting from his torso and pulsing through his limbs in a series of aftershocks―then he seized as the muscles along his spinal column clinched and froze. Jonah sprang back, instinctively taking up a defensive stance-pistol instantly off his hip and in firing position, the events before him slowing to a crawl.
- For less than a second Roland stood perfectly upright and motionless before his body jerked with another forceful, involuntary start as the dual-pronged tips of a Covenant energy sword pierced his chest, sliding through his body and armor like wet paper. 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 magazine clicked home in the pistol before the last of the barrage's shells hit the ground. Roland's muscles relaxed and he let out a gurgled, raspy cough, and a single, whispered word... "Clear..." Everything-the blade, Roland, Jonah, the evening breeze-stopped for a handful of seconds-still and eerily serene; the only sound the pop and sizzle of the energy sword as it seared
- the flesh around and between the wounds.
- Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the floating sword pushed forward with a quick, deliberate thrust before viciously being ripped up and away, exiting through the Spartan's right
- shoulder, just below the neck. Upon reaching the apex of its arc, the energy sword shimmered then blinked out. Gone-but not gone. The force of the swipe nearly cleaved Roland's upper body in two, a thick geyser of blood spraying upward as the mortally wounded soldier slumped to the dirt, lifeless. As Roland fell, the spray of his blood coated a cloaked shape looming directly over his broken body.-Chpt.7 pgs.183-184
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