"Prepare for bayonet combat!" The young officer fired a shot at the table, and the bullet struck a framed picture hanging on it, leaving a bullet hole in the head of the King's grandfather before discarding his own rifle.
He drew his Longsword from his waist, and the soldiers, wielding rifles already fitted with bayonets, waited for their final moment to come.
The table on the opposite side was getting closer, and behind it the insurrectionist soldiers seemed to see hope, shouting madly, pushing forward the table with all four legs.
"Kill!" As the enemy's table approached the doorway, the young officer was the first to charge from the side. He did not give the enemy a chance to react, lifting his pistol high, and pulled the trigger at the crowd hiding behind the table.
The crisp sound of the Left-Wheel Handgun echoed down the hallway, and a soldier from the crowded insurrectionist group screamed as he was shot and fell.
