As Baird rose to his knees, then his feet, wheeling, trying to get a bead on the Elite--there was a blur, a flash of light and thunderous impact. His breath was knocked out of him. The Carbine fell from his hands. He looked down at a strange
scene. The fourth Grunt was pressed up against his belly, squirming, staring up at him and wailing.-Chpt.4 pg.90