The Ninja Epidemic

You let fly your knife and realise as you release that it will not connect. You never did have a good arm. Accuracy has never been not your forte. The knife sails past the ninja on his left side and he comes in at you with a single swift and deadly blow from his blade. It cuts in to your side, stopping only when it reaches your spine. The sword sticks in there, between some random vertibrae, and you take some small satisfaction that the ninja struggles to pull the katans back out.

What little satisfaction you take in the ninjas' frustration is barely worth the pain you experience as he wrestles the blade free. Finaly he plants a foot on your hip and pulls the katana from your body. You fall limply to the ground and watch as your blood spills from your body onto the linoleum floor.