Ghost Of Onyx 21

The advancing Elites hesitated, and a ripple distorted through their precise lines. The
plasma grenades hit; there was a flash of blue-white that drained clusters of overlapping
Jackal shields and knocked many Elites to their knees. Fragmentation grenades hit, bounced, and rolled into their ranks-and exploded. Bodies and splashes of blood flew through the air; blue and red armor tumbled from the center of the blast.
Kurt hefted his sniper rifle and targeted Elites still dazed, their overshields weakened and
flickering.

The Elite Majors growled orders, and the lines struggled to close. Kurt squeezed off a shot, and the round tore through one Elite's open helmet, emerging out the back in a spray of blue.
To Kurt's right and left came the popcorn crackle of single shots, and more Elites in the broken line fell. Three Elites stood their ground and returned fire. Plasma bolts impacted on the stone near Kurt's head. He felt the heat wash over his SPI
armor plates.

This was what he had hoped for: chaos. He'd happily exchange fire at this range when he had a scope, cover, and a superior angle.-Chpt.39