BLADE SQUEEZED THE TRIGGER

On the big M-60, the machine gun bucked in his arms, the thunderous blasts music to his ears as the heavy slugs smacked into the charging shrew and stopped the mutant in its tracks.  Geysers of blood erupted from its body as it thrashed and convulsed, shrieking like a banshee.  He stalked forward, unrelenting in his determination to exterminate the ravenous brute and prevent it from ever killing again.
  The shrew, its body riddled with gaping holes, toppled from the cabinets, out of sight.
  Had he finished it, or would it strike again?

BLOOD ON THE SEAS

  "I'm going to have to sneeze," Sergeant Havoc said unexpectedly.
  "What?"  the pirate asked.
  "Sneeze,"  Havoc repeated, and faked doing just that, raising his flattened, tied hands to his nose and bending forward.  He opened his mouth wide, as if about to sneeze, and for the space of a heartbeat his head was clear of the pirate's line of fire.  He whipped his arms to the right, knocking Alberni's gun arm aside, then pulled the pirate toward him, and rammed his forehead into the man's nose with all his might.  he felt and heard the crunch of cartilage and bone.
  Alberni squealed and attempted to bring the gun into play.
  Sergeant Havoc speared his fingertips into the pirate's throat.   Alberni dropped the Colt, sputtering and gasping, and clutched at his neck.
  Havoc battered Alberni's hands aside and arced the flat of his calloused hands into the brigand's neck.
  Blood spurted from Alberni's nose and mouth, and he gurgled loudly as he tried to rise, to flee....