The Captured Follower

You rush out the back of the tent as the voices near you, out the back a powerful looking sarkic with multiple arms stands looking at the view of the cliff edge mere feet away.
You sneak up behind him and try to push him off the edge in a swift motion. The man twists around, instead using your push to twist around you and send you easily off the edge. You fall hundreds of feet, breaking your neck and spine. You die in a few minutes.