Predator Eyes Of The Demon 51

The Tac leader leapt from cover with his MP5 submachine, snapping open and whirling an expandable steel riot-baton with a cry. It hit a spot mid-air with a dull clang, a visual "judder" affecting some invisible outline before him.

The agent made to strike again, but with a
scything hiss the top two-thirds of his nightstick was sliced clean away. Abruptly, he shuddered, blood gouting from his mouth. His finger contracted on his MP5's trigger, bullets stitching the ceiling plaster.-pg.275 chpt.10