"My gun! It's been blessed! It won't burst! It won't hurt me!"
Patrick's machine gun trembled as he fired. The sound of his voice made him seem as if he was jolting.
Too idealistic, those around Patrick thought it was funny, but he couldn't shout about gun bursts anymore.
"Change the ammo!"
Thirty rounds of ammunition were spent in a flash. The man next to Patrick ran out of bullets; he could only reload rather than ask Patrick to discard the machine gun to avoid an explosion near his chest.
Just then, as the flanks collapsed, a grenade rolled at Patrick's feet. The person who was re-loading kicked the grenade away, just as a hand reached out, holding a gun directed at Patrick.
Patrick's machine gun tilted as he opened fire, shooting before his enemy, but then another man appeared, grabbing the barrel of the gun Patrick was firing.
In a moment of desperation, people can lose their reason; probably no one thought about how hot the red-hot barrel would be.