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- He stopped and knelt, then aimed at one of the warriors carrying a skewer. “Right-hand skewer,” he said over TEAMCOM.
- “Left-hand skewer,” Linda replied. Now five hundred meters behind John, she was well out of range of the manglers, so she asked, “Me first?”
- “Affirmative,” John said. They were taking out the skewers because those big tank-busting spikes in the barrels could bring down the shields and punch through the titanium shell of even GEN3 Mjolnir. “When you’re—”
- A supersonic crack echoed through the alley, and the left-hand skewer-bearer’s head erupted into a white spray in John’s NVS. He fired a seven-shot burst, and his target’s jowly face turned into a bloody mess before the knees started to buckle.
- Linda fired again, and the head of a third Jiralhanae exploded into mist. The last two warriors attacked blindly, spraying spikes into the glass walls at the height of their own chests. John ran a line of bullets across their faces, and they dropped in the middle of the lane.
- -Halo: Shadows of Reach, Chapter 12
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