There have been a few. Impaled by a javelin, painfully slow. Stabbed with a bottle, equally painful and slow. Thrown from a cliff, or a roof. Starvation, dehydration. Blown to pieces. Take your pick. Every death is terrible, but it's not the dying that's the problem it's the coming back.
I would imagine slowly, time taken that you know it's coming and then maybe having a chance to believe you might live, might get away and then brought right to that edge again before repeating the cycle as often as you can until their heart gives out.
There have been a few. Impaled by a javelin, painfully slow. Stabbed with a bottle, equally painful and slow. Thrown from a cliff, or a roof. Starvation, dehydration. Blown to pieces. Take your pick. Every death is terrible, but it's not the dying that's the problem it's the coming back.
I would imagine slowly, time taken that you know it's coming and then maybe having a chance to believe you might live, might get away and then brought right to that edge again before repeating the cycle as often as you can until their heart gives out.
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