Bravely you stand your ground and wait until the black clad warrior raises it's sword into a skull cleaving position. As it begins a down swing, you dive quickly to one side in a move you practiced last time you were crossing a pedestrian crossing in front of a white van.

This would be more impressive if the warrior didn't warn you with a very loud "whaaaa!" just before swinging.

Another "whaaa!" alerts you to a kick which you once again dodge, also giving you the chance to retaliate with a punch in the warrior's midriff (you just hope it hurt the warrior's ribs as much as it did your fingers).

You start fondly imagining that you are floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee, (actually your floating like a bleubottle and stinging like an enraged moth, ---- but who's counting).

The warrior tries to backflip obviously intending to get out of arm range and back into curvy deadly sword range, however backflipping when someone is close enough to grab your ancle is never a good idea, and unfortunately for your black clad foe, close enough you are.

The warrior crashes to the floor and lies at your feet for a second, obviously a litle brused (that black velvet stuff doesn't look too protective slick though it might be).

Now, before the warrior recovers his, --- or maybe her poise (the whaaaaa was certainly high pitched but that's really no guide), you have choices to make.

put the boot in.

if you have a scorpion go here.

violence is not the way, cowardice is!

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