Stavish Struggle
The cruel staff the little man is flaunting at you draws your attention. You size him up. This little Moolog has no idea who he is dealing with. "The shriveled old fool will not see this coming", you smirk, as you pounce at the old man, grabbing in mid-air for the staff. With a tiny sigh, he side-steps your foolish lurch and runs the sharpened base of his staff cleanly through your heart, suspending you in the air with perfectly horrible precision still wearing a stupid grin on your face. He quickly withdraws the spear and watches you collapse on the ground with a soft whimper. Your vision begins to fade and your arms and legs go to sleep, while he kicks you over to the hole he was indicating earlier and nimbly mops up the trail of blood behind you. A final shove sends you whirling into oblivion. Your ass is left on the floor here, as you were unable to receive it, when it was handed to you.