Sacrifice: CYOA

You fumble for the KA-BAR strapped around your leg.

Buck.

Grabbing the handle, You immediately tumble from the relative quiet of the Humvee into a massive firefight between your twelve man squad and the insurgents.

Buck.

Lyra opened fire with her fifty-caliber, turning several ponies into red mist.

Buck.

Making a rush, you charge straight into the fray, slashing left, right and center. Several of them go down in a gush of blood before they wise up to you.

Buck.

It isn't long before your body is riddled with bullets, of varying size. The pain is overwhelming, yet you still move. That is, on the floor.

"Incoming fire has the right of way."

-Unknown

Your adventure is over.