Incredibly you fight on. Drawing from the depths of a lifetimes training. With a surge of inner heat you discipline the sinewy cords of muscle into a frightening display of power. Unleashing your might you scour up through a bedrock of outer flesh, sinking your spear-hand deep into his filthy guts. Somewhere in the warmth of his body and digestive juices you clench a fist and snap your hand back out into the sunset. Entrails flood your jacket and black-wrap hood.

The beast staggers back, unable to function.

You are Ninja. Your first opponent lies still, dead before he hit the ground. An overwhelming stench grips the air and you decide to move on, the tide billowing crimson.

Will you:

Rip an arm from your opponent and devour the flesh for nourishment as you move between the dunes.

Leave this flaking corpse without a backward glance.

Sit and pray to Set thanking him for your last minute show of strength.