"Even as he said the word ghost there came a series of sounds so chilling that the hairs on Raths neck rose. The men on the ground looked up, searching for the source of it. The men firing from the walls stopped, abruptly. Loud disembodied screams and shouts and gurgling cries. Weeping. These were the sounds of his men dying. Rath realized, recorded by the Predator and being played back to them even as the heads of the dead continued to fly over the wall."

"Omniously, the rain of heads had now stopped, the ground below Rath thick with them, but the sounds had not-had gotten louder. What it meant, Rath did not know. But he did know they were close to no longer being an effective fighting force. A few men had already broken ranks and were headed for the northeast door. If that retreat became a torrent, Rath stood no chance." Pg.311 chpt.94