How to win a war

...and she looked over her shoulder, and never looked back.
He came from nowhere guns-a-blazing, fists-a-flying like a genuine slinger from an old western film.
- Shoot! she uttered in her sweetest voice, shoot me 'til you can shoot no more, your bullets were not meant for me. And so he shot. Hundreds of times, maybe a thousand. She didn't. THAT'S how you win a war!
Go figure.