'That's how war should look like!' Willy thought, pulling the trigger to the rhythm of extreme self-satisfaction flowing through his veins.
Yet, for the first time since he and his colleagues joined the battle, squeezing the trigger didn't bring the expected result.
"Ha!"
A soldier that Willy aimed at uttered a small shout… Only for the bullet to stop in its track, rapidly losing its momentum at the very last few steps it had to cover only to turn to a complete spot, hanging up in the air a mere meter away from Willy's target's face.
'What?'
Staring wide-eyed at the levitating bullet, Willy swallowed a gulp of saliva… Before lifting the muzzle of the gun a tiny bit and squeezing the trigger again.
