The Predator Hunters And Hunted 68

"As a huge arm swept toward him, he dodged left and lowered his body into a crouch. It was moving fast and would have to get rid of the momentum before it could turn and try for him a second time. Looked good on paper, but the thing swept an arm
back as it moved, and smacked him across the side of his head. It wasn't a fatal blow but it hurt like hell and Hyde spilled into the muck, then rolled back to his feet, wobbling more than he wanted to think about. While he was trying to catch his balance, the fucker kicked him in his side. The blow wasn't perfect. Again, if it had been, he would have been out of commission. Instead of knocking his ribs into a new shape it only sent him reeling a second time and trying to compensate for the kinetic force of the hit. The thing didn't intend to let him recover. It came straight at him, and that was fine with Hyde. He didn't intend to let it off easy, either."pg.273 chpt.27

"He could try to throw it, but it wasn't going to do much good if the thing wasn't swinging. This time around it wasn't off balance, and it clocked him full on, knocking him into the flooding waters without so much as trying. This time the blow was too solid for him to brush off. Mostly transparent or not, he saw the big-ass blades pop on that wrist gauntlet. Hyde moved, pushing himself through the muck and avoiding the first blow. The second was better timed and the blades carved through his vest. They narrowly missed taking a part of his chest along for the ride. The third swipe caught on his helmet and tore it free from his head, neatly scraping his left ear off in the process. The pain was intense enough that he guessed the cartilage had been torn. He'd have been dead right then if Hill hadn't stepped in and taken a shot."pg.274 chpt.27