The Predator Hunters And Hunted 66

"One stride and the damned thing hit him like a hurricane. Tomlin was lifted off his feet and sent rolling through the air. He'd been hit damned good, too, because as much as he wished otherwise he could feel where the blades on the thing's right arm had cut into his abdomen."pg.266 chpt.26

"His blade stayed where it was, yanked from his hand by the force of impact. There was a very real chance that his wrist was broken but he couldn't concentrate past the hammering pain in his guts and the spill of hot liquids across his belly. He was likely as good as dead. His body just hadn't caught that clue yet. The alien didn't seem to care. Tomlin fell to his knees and tried to convince his body to move. His eyes looked where the thing had been just a moment before and he saw it well enough in the torrential rain-a ghost that was exactly solid enough to have water splash off of its body. The ghost came for him again."pg.267 chpt.26