Diana bulletproof

But it was too late-- a soldier had flanked them on their left.  She saw him raise his gun, fire.  She threw her body in front of Alia’s amd felt bullets strike her arm, her side.  Pain like she’d never known hammered at her body in sharp, reverberating jabs, each gunshot a fist of fire that drove the breath from her lungs.  She heard a loud ping as a bullet struck the bracelet on her arm and looked down.  It hadn’t even made a dent.  But the ricochet…
“Are you hit?” Alia gasped beneath her.  “Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” she said.  But that wasn’t quite true.  Though she wasn’t bleeding, her skin was covered in red welts, and her body ached as if she’d taken the worst beating of her life.  Maybe bullets would have glanced off an Amazon at the height of her strength.  Diana just knew she didn’t want to get shot again.