The Predator Hunters And Hunted 65

"That distortion rippled and wavered and something that resembled a hand came down and covered his face. He couldn't really see it, but he could feel it as it covered his mouth and nose and eyes and pushed. His head slapped down into the mud and his helmet shifted. Suddenly Pulver couldn't breathe. He could smell a cold, reptilian scent but he couldn't catch a decent breath. The pressure increased and he reached up with his remaining hand to push against the emptiness. It wouldn't move. He tried to gasp, but couldn't. No air came to his lungs. Tried to scream but as soon as he opened his mouth the pressure shifted and he tasted a musky flavor and mud. Something cut into his scalp-claws-and shoved his helmet up and awayfrom his face. Pulver lashed out again with his remaining fist and hit the air, but it didn't flinch, would not move. His head went deeper into the mud and he thrashed, kicked with his feet and tried desperately to escape the growing pressure shoved his head deeper and deeper into the muck. The claws tore deep into his flesh, peeling his scalp away."pg.254 chpt.25

"Pulver tried one more time to let out a scream, but no sound escaped past the flesh that was crushing his mouth and shoving his teeth back into his skull. He scrabbled to reach for another grenade, and remembered too late that his hand was no longer there."pg.255 chpt.25