The 2nd Amendment [1/2]

As the misfits considered their options, the light of Yvonne's blessing engulfed the room. Everyone turned to see a blessed 7.62 NATO round and a tired saint. 

"Unnie! Here, have some water."

"Yvonne, are you okay?"

The members of the Golden Wick crowded around their guild leader, who was covered in beads of sweat. 

"No time. Patron, I will invoke {Rewind} now."

With her words, Yvonne triggered my {Fate}, which teleported her from near the altar to the save point she created. 

The people in the room marveled at the near-instantaneous movement. When Yvonne appeared, her former guild mates ran to check on her. 

"Yvonne! How are you feeling? Do you think you can try to bless again?"

Everyone, including me, was eagerly awaiting her answer. If just the twelve members of the Golden Wick could spam {Rewind}, then they might be able to beat even the Holy Grail Guild.

The blonde phantom grinned broadly as she nodded.