Magic Alone Suffices

He balled his hands into fists and released a breath. It wasn't as if he wasn't out of options, but the options left for him to consider weren't too viable.

Hypnosis or mind control could easily fix this situation.

Six hours later (19:15), we were still held down in the church, so Jury-Rigged and I decided to go look around for supplies. All we found were about 12 cases of what appeared to be incendiary ammo for a Karabiner 98k. IED took three cases so he could make some landmines. Jury-Rigged took three so he could make flares for his flare gun. Recoil took three for his MG-42. Blade ask Jury-Rigged if he could make him a knife out of the casing. The rest of us took nine clips worth (about 45 rounds each). There were two rounds left, so I took them and made pendants out of them —  one for my girl back home and one for me. We hadn't heard anything from the sniper, so I went out to look for more supplies. Luckily, it was still light out, so I could at least see. Forty-five minutes later, I was making my way back when they started shelling again. The first shell hit about ten feet away from me, and I got some shrapnel in my right arm. As I fell to the ground, another shell came from directly above me.

Didn't make sense not to live for fun

I need to get myself away from this place