Halo Flood 6

He continued the climb up the flight of stairs, and
came nearly eye-to-eye with another Elite. The alien roared, charged forward, and attempted to use his plasma rifle like a club. The Master Chief evaded the blow he'd fought Elites hand-to-hand before, and knew they were dangerously strong-and backed away. He leveled the assault weapon at the Elite's belly, and squeezed the trigger. The Covenant soldier seemed to absorb the bullets
like a sponge, continued to advance, and was just about to swing when a final round cut through his spinal cord.

The alien soldier slammed into the deck, twitched
once, and died. Spartan 117 reached for another magazine. Another Elite roared, as did another. There was no time to reload, so the Master Chief turned to take them on. He discarded the assault rifle and drew his sidearm. There were a pair of dead Marines at the aliens' feet, roughly twenty-
five meters away. Well within range, he thought, and opened fire.

The lead Elite snarled as the powerful handgun
rounds tore into the shielding around his head. Sensing the Spartan's threat, the aliens shifted all of their fire in his direction only to watch as it dissipated against his shields and armor. Now, free to direct their fire wherever they chose, the
Marines launched a hastily organized counterattack.

A fragmentation grenade blew one Elite into bloody ribbons, shredded the Jackals who had the poor judgment to stand next to him, and sent pieces of shrapnel flying across the stairwell to slam into the bulkhead. The other Elite was consumed by a hail of bullets. He seemed to wilt, fold, and fly apart. That's what I'm talking about!" a Marine crowed. He fired a coup de grâce into the alien's head.-Chpt.1 pgs.33-34