The crowd of enemy soldiers surrounded Olivia, each one wearing different pieces of gear. She caught glimpses of familiar metal plates worked into the design—bits of human powered armor, cut and stripped and hung together on cords. A few of them had firearms, the sort that Forerunner had been making for the resistance. Not strong enough to get through my armor, though. They’d chosen those weapons specifically for that reason—they would pierce steel, but not the hyperstable armor plates.