Predator Turnabout 9

"Sloane, his wind knocked out, managed to get himself up on one elbow as the monster came in, the twin knives held high. Probably would take his head off. Well. It was as good a day as any to die, and it was all borrowed time anyway, so fuck it. Mary stood there, watching the creature knock Sloane to the ground, moving in. It was going to kill him.
Sloane, who had saved her life so many times, was going to die, and she was going to just stand here and let it happen. No!She had to do something, she had to! She opened the pack"

"He heard the shots-five quick and sharp reports, blam-blam-blam-blam-blam! so fast it was hard to be sure of the number.The monster turned away from Sloane. Mary. She was behind it, ten meters away, still holding the little .38 Special. My God. She had shot it. Had she hit it? If she had, the bullets didn't seem to be up to the task of stopping it. It turned around and started toward her. Sloane saw the spots on its back, at least three of them, little rings of green blood welling in the holes."pg.231 chpt.29