Sanya Kevlar

"I am wearing the armor," Michael said. "And the cloak."
"Hello, Michael. We're going to an airport. The kind with metal detectors."
"It's all right, Harry. Things will work out."
"Will it sound like alarms going off when they do?" I glanced at the younger Knight and said, "Sanya isn't wearing armor."
Sanya half turned toward me and pulled his denim jacket open, revealing a Kevlar vest beneath it. "I am," he said soberly. "Fifteen layers with ceramic plating over critical areas."
"Well, at least you don't look like a Renaissance festival," I said. "This thing might actually protect you, besides making a slightly less medieval fashion statement. Is this the new stuff or the old stuff?"
"New," Sanya said. "Will stop civilian munitions, even some military rounds."
"But not knives or claws," Michael murmured. "Or arrows."
Sanya buttoned his coat back up, frowning. "Yours will not stop bullets."


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