Blocks an anti tank sniper round

Then, something slammed into her, pushing her back into her chair a little, and clattered to the ground with a metallic clink. Blinking, Lisa looked down to see what looked like a smushed silver pellet about the circumference of a quarter or a silver dollar, sitting innocently between her feet.

The thunderous CRACK came a few seconds later like the rumble of distant storm clouds.

It took a moment for her brain to catch up with what was going on, to realize what had just happened.

“Shit!”

The instant she did, she dove under her table and out of sight, just in time to watch the back of her chair splinter and shatter right where her heart would have been, if she’d still been sitting in it.

[A sniper.]

No shit, power! She gave the mental equivalent of a snarl.

She looked at the mangled remains of her chair, where half of the back looked like it had been violently blown off or ripped away — by Alexandria. The jagged remains jutted out like a starburst, as though to point out where the bullet had made contact, where it would have torn through her if she hadn’t moved, hadn’t been wearing that amulet.

[High caliber rounds. 0.50 caliber. Anti-material. Designed for penetrating tanks and armored vehicles. Wants to make sure the job gets done. Wants to make sure damage is too extensive to survive, even if he misses an instant kill. Is a he. Is one of Coil’s mercenaries.]

Fuck! Lisa mouthed. Fuck, fuck, fuck! That was bad. That was really bad.

Her hand shot up to the pendant she wore around her neck, the thing that had almost certainly just saved her life. If not for that little piece of gold, she would have had a hole the size of a particularly large softball right in the middle of her chest, now. If she hadn’t died immediately, she would’ve been in screaming, mind-numbing agony — for maybe a minute or two.