[Durability/Bullets/Grenades]

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The crunching noise had probably been quite quiet.
To Amanda it sounded deafening. She watched Mikey’s
body jerk as if it had been nudged by someone trying
to get past. It knows we’re here and it doesn’t give a shit, she
thought.
It was almost an automatic response. Her finger
curled around the shotgun’s trigger. She squeezed. Four
rounds. The hammer hitting the cartridge. 
The charge in the cartridge exploding.
The powder propelling electrostatically-charged ball-bearing down the barrel. 
A long tongue of flame from the barrel of the shotgun lit
up the cave. The spent cartridge was expended from
the weapon. The same thing happened three more times.
The electrostatically-charged ball-bearings filled the
air over Mikey’s corpse. Amanda was tangentially
aware of the ball-bearings blowing bits out of the body.
Lightning arced around a massive, powerfully built
but human -shaped figure, standing over Mikey’s body.
The illusion cloaking him flickered and then failed in
sparks of electricity.
The figure was wearing a suit that, to Amanda,
looked like it had been made from muscle- like metallic
cables in an armoured exoskeleton. Its face was covered
by mask and visor. The figure was looking between
them, taking its time. Unhurried. Unworried.
‘Light it up!’ Alan shouted and started firing burst
after burst from his Grendel assault rifle. Safiya and
Okobe started firing as well. The multiple bullet impacts
wreathed the armoured figure in sparks. Hank hesitated
but opened fire with the Mk 60. He was firing the
MMG from his shoulder. Tracers and armour piercing
rounds impacted into the figure. Staggering it. The
tracers were bouncing off the armour and arcing into
the darkness of the cavern.
Darkness started to envelope the figure once more
as it stood up. Amanda realised that it was trying to
use the cloak again. She fired the three remaining volt
rounds, dressing the figure in lightning and dropping
the cloak.
There was a load popping noise as Okobe fired his
grenade launcher. The grenade hit the figure, staggering
it, and then exploded. The overpressure rammed
them all into the wall. Amanda’s head was ringing
as she staggered to her feet. She shouted that she was
reloading, but couldn’t hear herself. She tried to pull
herself together enough to eject the mag from the shotgun.
The shotgun’s empty magazine fell to the ground
while she clutched at her webbing for another one.

Crysis: Escalation, Archeology