Dungeons and Dragons

The Luskan mercenary has his shield on mid-level, while the sword is held before him. “Try, if you dare, Sellsword!” comes your only comment and funeral speech in one.

Devoid of thoughts you remain one with the flow of chi, which you prefer entitled as the wind from the nine hells. The moment your adversary strikes with the sword is the moment your deceptive helplessness explodes into martial arts.

Focused on feeling the sword you dodge it with ease. Quickly bridging the distance to your adversary with a small, crouched jump you go in fast, delivering the two finger strikes of the Venom Snake Style.

While you jump back and use your foot to pick up your quarterstaff the unimpressed foe realizes the true effects of the strikes with a look of horror upon his face. The venom is energetic, transferred by the finger-strikes. The Luskan Sellsword has never been trained in resisting such an exotic attack.

With satisfaction you watch him die of heart failure...