Say nothing

You stay silent, letting them make the first move. The two hooded women look at

each other once more, and appear to have reached an unspoken agreement.

The one on the left quickly turns to you and points an accusing finger, while uttering

the words, "Die!"

You collapse to your knees, a gut wrenching pain flooding your body. In your

prostrated form, you can do little more than lift your eyes to your attackers.

"No, no, no. Hermione, you have to add a bit more flick to your wrist" says the

hooded figure on the right, demonstrating as a mentor might to a pupil.

"See, like this," said the hooded figure on the right as she turned to you, and pointed

at you with a slight flourish of her hands, "Die!"

You feel your body suddenly growing cold, as you collapse to the floor. More than

just mostly dead, by far.

...

A pile of dirt covers your shallow and unmarked grave.

Needless to say, you don't succeed in your plans.