Playing Assassins Creed.
Engage a group of soldiers that are bullying an old man. Swiftly dispatch 4 of them and turn attention to fifth.
The fifth flees in terror, running down the alleyway screaming. I give chase! I can not let these brutes get away with what they have done. I must dispense justice!
Sprinting down the alleyway after my target he takes a sharp turn trying shake me, but fails! I regain sight of him running down a flight of stairs. "Excellent!" I say to myself grinning, knowing what attack is soon to emerge.
I leap off the top stair soaring straight at the back of the soldier. My wristblade gleams to life as it plummets straight into the neck... of an elderly woman who walked between the soldier and my soaring blade.
"***!"