Diana bulletproofer

A bullet struck her left thigh; another struck her calf, the pain coming in bright shocks that jolted through her body.  She glanced behind her and saw soldiers pouring out of the other truck, racing toward her with guns drawn.  They were far enough away that their weapons weren’t doing much damage, but she couldn’t maintain this position.
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Gunfire exploded around her, the bullets striking her body in a painful hail.  She ignored them and launched herself off the Humvee’s hood, directly into its path.