As she addressed the soldiers, the enemy fired on, still, taking her as an enemy soldier in sight. The bullets seemed to miss her even when the bullets traveled toward her. They went around her instead of through. All the soldiers, both friend and foe looked on in amazement as the bullets got a mind of their own and traveled elsewhere. They fired a rocket at her and she simply swatted it aside like it was a bug incessantly hovering around her head. The machine gun ran out of ammunition and they struggled to load fresh ammunition onto the gun. They did not get the time to finish reloading.
"My turn," she said.
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