Halo Cole Protocol 5

Keyes shot him in the chest, then stomach, grazed his side, and then ran out of ammunition. He slammed into Kincaide, grappling for the alien rifle. "Damn. . . UNSC ... pig,” Kincaide spat, still trying to force the rifle up into Keyes's ribs. “Go back to Earth. You don't belong here." The memory of the explosions in the cargo bay of Finnegan's Wake, the flaming Pelican Jeffries piloted going down, wounded ODSTs gritting their teeth and bearing the pain as they waited for
help, all filled Keyes's mind. He grunted and kept forcing the plas- ma rifle down until it was aimed at Kincaide's feet.

He pulled the trigger, and a burst of white-hot plasma destroyed the Insurrectionist's leg and threw Keyes back, still holding onto the rifle.
Concrete bubbled where they'd stood, and Keyes felt the legs of his uniform burning. He patted the fires out quickly, and looked back at Kincaide.
The man had lost his left leg, blown clean off at the thigh. He'd been shot in the shoulder and chest.

Yet he now had a small pistol in his right hand, lifting it up to point it at Keyes with determination in his glazed eyes. Without hesitation, Keyes blew the Insurrectionist's head off his body with a burst of plasma. His hands shook. He'd never shot a man before. He'd shot at
people, fired warning shots, practiced in drills, but never actually looked at someone in the eyes who was about to kill him, and beat him to the draw.-Chpt.16