Avp 2004 19

Hearing the ice crunch behind him, Quinn rolled onto his back and aimed the handgun, which was just as quickly slapped out of his grip by a spectral hand. Quinn tried to crawl away when an invisible foot slammed down on his lower leg, snapping the bone in two with a crack so loud it could be heard over the roar of the wind. The invisible foot lashed out again, the fresh blow cracking Quinn's ribs and sending him spinning into the pit and down the two-thousand-foot shaft. The cloaked Predator hopped onto the tripod mounted above the pit and peered into the abyss. With powerful legs braced against the storm, its ghostly out-line flickered and changed with the intensity of the wind and pelting snow. The creature could hear Quinn's muffled screams as he bounced off the icy walls, despite the howling storm.-Chpt.18 pg.153