" Hai, I noticed," wheezed Delphia, holding his bleeding leg. He’d been hit with a mixed clip of rounds, the tracer splattered on his hip not setting his clothes on fire because he’d paid extra for protection against that. The next was a dumdum that had hit his gut like an express train. Ballistic cloth stopped full penetration, but that kinetic force had to go somewhere. And the fragging third and fourth had been an AP round that went through his suit and him too. Couldn’t get a slap patch on until he dropped his pants, and this was not the place for that.