Suddenly, the man chucks his axe wildly in your direction through the darkness. "I didn't sign up for this shit!" he screeches as he sprints back the way he came. You blink as the heavy iron axe clatters to the ground nowhere near you. He must really be freaked out if he's not even trying to keep his weapon!
You silly goose; you're only supposed to throw
hand axes!
For a moment, you start to open your mouth to tell them to leave this place and never return, but you hesitate. Your voice is… soft, gentle and young, and it probably wouldn't do much to intimidate the bandits into leaving. In fact, it'll probably make them more likely to keep attacking.
Counterpoint: It would be hilarious.
[T]he force of the blow must have sent shock-waves into the brain, so you're having to carefully track and mend the pre-existing connections while not accidently [sic] making any new ones or missing damaged ones. Mistakes here lead to memory loss, confusion, and potential permanent damage or even death.
Or you could make him fall in love with his—actually, that's one's only funny if you know it's a reference.
Even as his face pales and he grimaces in pain, the bandit manages to glare up at Mary. "Do your worse, oppressor!" he snarls.
You and your buddies have been murdering (and maybe not-safe-for-kids-ing) whitewings at this rest stop for ages, and they haven't been able to do anything to stop it. Some oppressors.
