Forest Dweller

You reach your hand up, only to realize that although you can see in slow motion, your body cannot reach quickly enough to stop it. Your hand only moves half an inch before it hits you in the head, driving its way through your brain and flying out the back of your skull. For a moment you think you are fine. Then, slowly, it sinks in. Darkness overtakes you and you drop to the ground, another victim of the heathen Elos.