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CHAPTER EIGHT
1802 hours, September 22,2552 (Military Calendar) \ Aboard
unidentified Covenant flagship, uncharted system, Halo debris
field.
The Master Chief ducked as the hissing energy blade slashed
at him. He dived toward the Elite and slammed the butt of his rifle
into the alien's midsection.
The Elite doubled over, and the Chief brought the rifle butt
down to smash the alien's skull—
But the Elite rolled back. There was a blur of motion as the en-
ergy blade lashed out and neatly bisected the assault rifle. The
two halves of the wrecked MA5B clattered to the deck.
The blade of crackling white-hot energy narrowly missed the
Chief. The MJOLNIR's internal temperature skyrocketed.
He couldn't risk dancing at this range, so the Master Chief did
the last thing the creature expected: He stepped closer and
grabbed its wrists.
The bands of muscle on the Elite's arms were iron hard, and it
struggled to free itself from the Chief's grasp. The Chief
wrenched the alien's sword arm and forced the blade away—but
this took most of his strength, and he had to weaken his grasp on
the Elite's other hand.
The energy blade blurred perilously close to the Chief's head.
It missed by a fraction of a centimeter and sent a wash of static
across his heads-up display.
The blade was a flattened triangle of white-hot plasma, con-
tained in an electromagnetic envelope that emanated from its
hilt. The Chief had seen such weapons slice battle-armored