The Ninja Epidemic
The ninja runs off and you decide to let him do so. You would definately feel more comfortable fighting ninjas if you had two sais. You walk over to the fallen body of the ninja you managed somehow to fell, and take the sai from his side.
You stand up and look around, hoping to see the escaped ninja still out. But your hopes are dashed and you see nothing. No one is out. You wonder if that is a good thing or a bad thing when dealing with ninjas.
You no longer wonder about that when you feel a sharp pain puncture your back and poke out through your stomach. Blood drips from the tip of the blade, and then the sword tip retracts through your body to exit out your back. You try to spin around while you fall, to see your attacker, but only succeed in falling onto your side rather than your face.
Your death is slow, and agonizingly painful. Relief never actualy comes, just an echoe of the pain that lasts all eternity.
So this is what death is like.
You stand up and look around, hoping to see the escaped ninja still out. But your hopes are dashed and you see nothing. No one is out. You wonder if that is a good thing or a bad thing when dealing with ninjas.
You no longer wonder about that when you feel a sharp pain puncture your back and poke out through your stomach. Blood drips from the tip of the blade, and then the sword tip retracts through your body to exit out your back. You try to spin around while you fall, to see your attacker, but only succeed in falling onto your side rather than your face.
Your death is slow, and agonizingly painful. Relief never actualy comes, just an echoe of the pain that lasts all eternity.
So this is what death is like.
