As you fumble for the fresh new batteries, you suffer
from the one fault you have. Your "determination" to get the lightsaber going
instead of taking care of the business at hand, got you killed. It wasn't a
herioc death or anything, but it wasn't a wimpy death either. Just before the
creature's fangs sank into your throat, you screamed at the top of your lungs
and this startled the creature. Taking advantage of the split second, you
managed to get the damned batteries into your lightsaber and take a wild swing.
Too bad you missed, for the creature was already upon you, a second later.
