If the man with the sword rolls higher
The man swings the sword in three whistling arcs, your throat opens, bubbling blood gouts of blood, both of your eyes are cut and ruined, and the third slice goes deep into the chest, cutting to the bone in a ten inch line. You fall gurgling, the man steps back sheathing his sword and unholstering his cell phone, as you die he is calling for a "Clean up in aisle five".
