Actually, one time :
All I had was my Rambo blade (authentic movie quality) when the fire started. I took a breath through the nose and somewhere in the back of my mind a sudden alarm was raised. I double checked the front yard and to my relief : no Vietcong. That's when I threw myself into action and run threw the house towards the back door. I knew how charlie played his game, he was waiting for me..... Well he was gonna get me.....
The ancient dragon teeth protruding from the spine of my powerful blade made quick work of the fleshy material between the top of a man's skull ...... And the soles of his shoes.....
Bullet impacts are having no effect on my pure rage filled body. The blade I wield mercilessly seems to sharpen itself upon the very cleave of my deathblows .......
Whence the battle subsided I resolved to construct a shelter amidst the bodies, felling whole tries in single swipes of this powerful blade. The hidden container inside the grip of my palm keeping no less than one mile of paracord, an 18 oz sirloin (for emergencies) and indeed, a second rambo knife, inside its very handle....Its very essence, its very..... SHAPE gives me strength unknown to mortal men.