You realize that this demon-child means business. You turn around and flee, running as fast as you can. In your haste, you trip over a tree branch. You struggle upwards, but feel a sharp pain in your ankle and are reduced to a slow hobble.
You now know that this is the end. Resigned to your fate, you glance over your right shoulder to face your nemesis. It's over in a flash of hot red light.
All that remains of you is a pile of dust.