"Hey Listen," you shout in a high pitch voice as you stumble from the undergrowth. It was supposed to be funny and the strange man on the horse should have laughed, or at least smirked. Perhaps it was the scowl on his face that made you realize he was unamused. Or maybe the loaded crossbow he pulled from the other side of the horse and shot without a word. The bolt flies straight into you unprotected chest and you gasp in pain. You gaze drops to the wooden shaft protruding from your chest and watch as it is joined by two more. They hurt just as much but fortunately the pain doesn't last long. A fourth bolt drops you and fall. Out of the side of you eye you see him dismount and pull the sword from his back. Some people don't know how to take a joke.

Am I really dead this time?