Predator Concrete Jungle 19

"Say bye-bye," the creature replied in a close approximation of Carr's own voice of a few moments before. It reached up and placed its other hand atop Carr' head, preparing to twist.

Schaefer, looking around, spotted his own dropped gun, he dived for it, calling, "Not yet, pal!"

He came up with the gun held like a club; he swung
it by the barrel and caught the monster on the side of the head. Startled, but clearly uninjured, the thing threw Carr aside and looked at Schaefer. The gadget on its shoulder popped up and began to swivel, and Schaefer dived sideways as a blue-white fireball blew a two-foot hole in the wall.

He rolled and brought the shotgun up, and realized thebarrel was bent, the action twisted into uselessness-he'd hit the alien harder than he had realized. A blow that would bend a shotgun would have killed a man instantly.-pg.222 chpt.30