Predator If It Bleeds 76

The round landed short, perhaps three meters in front of the thing, but when it detonated, the blast was enough to knock the creature off its feet. Muscled arms and legs flailed as the thing dropped to the ground, hidden by the elephant
grass. The Huey gunner raked that area with the M60 as Roland turned and ran for the chopper's open door.

He stopped short as the other man was thrown backward by another of the green bolts, his body sailing through the open door on the helicopter's far side. In the cockpit, the pilot's expression turned to one of horror before the entire side of the canopy disappeared in a burst of fire and glassthat was whirled about by the action of the Huey's rotor blades, and Roland fell to the grass to avoid being struck by shrapnel. A third round from the bizarre weapon ripped through the chopper's cockpit, killing its co-pilot while
Roland could do nothing but watch.

A shadow fell across the grass in front of him, and Roland rolled over to see the creature standing above him. The thing was massive, its hands terminating with oversized claws which were not at all human. Its left arm hung limply at its
side, and the ame pale yellow-green fluid ran from dozens of wounds across its body. Even the strange helmet it wore to shield its face was marred, likely peppered with shrapnel from the grenade. Its breathing sounded as though it might be labored, and while it looked capable of killing him with little effort, Roland sensed no real malice from the creature. It was studying him, as though he were nothing more than a lab specimen, or even an insect. "What the hell are you?"-pg.408 chpt.15