41. All Conked Out
Amy decides to try lateral thinking and take out the swordsman with the flail. All she needs is one good smack and the skinny little man should be out for the count. “Or,” she thinks to herself, “I could wrap the chain around his sword and disarm him!” She reaches for the handle of the flail and pulls it from the suit’s gauntlet.
“Oof!” It’s a lot heavier than Amy expected! Amy hoists the handle to about shoulder height and begins spinning the ball and chain in a vertical arc.
“Alright, you silly swordsman, come and get it!” Amy tries to sound cool as she turns to face the swordsman, who has actually put his sword away and is now just watching Amy with an amused grin on his face. Amy begins moving the flail so that she can swing it over her head-
Whup! Whup! Whup!
As Amy moves the handle upward she loses control of the ball. The flail has more momentum than she is physically able to handle. She can only stare in horror as the ball arcs inevitably toward her face.
KRUNCH!
Amy’s glasses are shattered by the ball, her face pounded into a concave curve. She drops the mace, stumbles a few steps, then falls face-first to the ground, never to arise again. As she slumps forward, her last thought is that the movies always made those things look a lot easier to handle than they actually are.
Amy is in no state to continue this adventure or her life.