Stops bullets to the head

POP — another bullet hit her in the back of the head, and she stumbled, fell, and skidded along the pavement, tearing up her knees and her left hand, which she’d thrown out to catch her fall. She got up as soon as she could, hissing in a pained breath, and when she looked down at herself, she could see how badly she’d skinned them. Blood flowed freely over her ripped leggings and down her fingers.

Her knees and palm throbbed from the pain, and she’d be feeling it for days as they healed, but she probably wouldn’t need special care, thank fuck for that.

POP, POP, POP — three more rounds hit her in the back, and she stumbled, but managed to stay upright, and when she glanced behind her, it was to see six mercs with guns raised, rapidly gaining on her.