But we might still be able to shoot our way out.
A bit of soliloqy from Richard III came to mind when I read your comment. They both point to events that, cough, may prove "interesting".
And I,--like one lost in a thorny wood, That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns, Seeking a way and straying from the way; Not knowing how to find the open air, But toiling desperately to find it out,-- Torment myself to catch the English crown: And from that torment I will free myself, Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.