"Let me pass or feel my wrath!"
Without appearing concerned, the old man reaches over and grabs either side of your waist with both hands. He then lifts you above his head. You're so astonished, you drop your sword. You can't believe his strength. Then he throws you over the side of the bridge. You feel yourself falling. You watch the bridge fall away and shrink to a speck above you, and the sky shrink to a thin blue line. The canyon walls are passing in a blur. All you feel and hear is the wind rushing past. You feel dizzy. You plummet downwards, downwards, downwards. You wonder when you'll hit the bottom. That's your last thought.