[ The sword seems to have a singular, wicked mind of its own, and when you reach to pick it up—somehow it's turned in your hand, somehow you approach it wrong, and...

...it buries itself in your gut, lancing all the way through. It hurts—it hurts so terribly, so badly, and you can feel blood soaking into your clothing, and the shifting of your guts. You cough, and there's blood that spatters there, too.

And yet, the life doesn't feel like it's leaving you. You're just also beset by the sharp, burning pain of a stomach wound. ]