Bullets bounce off her

In an instant, I crossed the walkway, soared down the hallway, and was among the crowd of mercenaries, bullets pinging uselessly against the shield of Galahad’s power that I’d gathered around me like a second skin. My fist was already in motion by the time I’d come to a stop — CRACK — and with a thunderous sound audible even over the staccato roar of gunfire, I snapped one man’s rifle in half with a single well-placed strike of my fist.