[There's barely any time to even register that something is really, truly wrong. There's only a blinding moment of pure white and perhaps a millisecond of pressure-accompanied pain before that white fizzles to dead black, like a TV screen being shut off.
Pao-Lin's body collapses unceremoniously onto the forest floor with most of its upper torso utterly ravaged by the explosion. Her sword embeds itself into a tree trunk some distance away with, its blade splattered with her blood and flesh.
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Pao-Lin's body collapses unceremoniously onto the forest floor with most of its upper torso utterly ravaged by the explosion. Her sword embeds itself into a tree trunk some distance away with, its blade splattered with her blood and flesh.
Game over.]