Right. Over a hundred players have viewed this post and nobody has any bragging rights over anything? You all must be some sorry payers... just joking. Look, posting is easy, it goes like this:
Not too long ago, just after the major floods a few months ago, we went to play a game at our home field. Much to our dismay, when we arrived we found that the bridge to our field had been washed out. Determined not to loose a day on the field, our captain made some phone calls. Minutes later we were playing at our CQB field. It's a hunk of borrowed land with unused chicken houses, generally produces 15 to 25 metre engagements.
One of the rounds we played a basic two vs three elimination match. My wingman got caught in a fatal funnel and that left me verses three. We had already played several rounds and I was running on a low tank(lower than I realized). At the end of one of the oversized coups, I involuntarily engaged all three opponents at approximately 15 metres(not how I wanted to do it, but what can you do, holler "Hey wait a sec!"? I don't think so). I exchanged rounds through the open double door with the first two while one pour it in the side window. All this, and my only cover was an 8"x8" post(that was an 'AWE SH!T' moment).
Then, the familiar 'PLUNK' of my barrel turned to 'SNAP'. I had ammo and air, but I didn't have the PSI to cycle the Cyclone upgrade on my 98C. I was between a rock and a hard place. Stuck resetting the Cyclone with on hand, squeezing the trigger with the other and trying to draw a Tac 8 somewhere in the process. When all hope seemed lost, I got a break for about four seconds, I dropped my rifle and yanked my sidearm and set it to the 'Fire' position.
I then saw why there was a lapse in fire, I was being rushed. My pistol replied to my adversary's action with the resounding 'PLUNK' and then came the most relieving sound of 'THWAK' followed by a lovely orange mist. Tango neutralized. A breath of air, a sigh of relief and near loss of focus.
Fire through the door replaced my sense of accomplishment with a sense of awareness. Again my Tac 8 responded with the standard battle cry of 'PLUNK, PLUNK, PLUNK'. It was rewarded by the answer 'OUT...

'. Two of three walked out. The last decided to call out instead of face me with low air pressure. Three of three walked out, and I the beat the odds of a 300% chance of losing.
Outside: "Pro, did you shoot me with that

pistol?!?" "Yessir", I replied, grinning ear to ear," I shot
both of you with a pistol... still on first mag."
Luck, It's an Irish thing