>KT: Forget your theoretical sword! Run screaming towards the LIKELY ORPHAN.
You CHARGE heroically, having elected not to draw your MASTERWORK SWORD for reasons known only to you! You quickly discover something incredibly heartening - a DARK-HUED BUSH, the first thing you have seen in WEEKS that isn't UNIFORMLY GRAY! You collapse to the ground, overcome with JOYOUS EXULTAwaitwhat.
Oh God. Oh
God what is that.
Their piercing ogle is a tightly-focused laser boring its way through your psyche; they tear into your very soul, heeding no mind to the sentient creature being ripped apart by their appalling gaze. The crimson abominations begin picking apart your rapidly-fracturing mind. Your darkest secrets are laid bare in front of their searing gaze. You are helpless to resist as every thought that has ever crossed your mind is examined and studied by the horrible, horrible eyes, their intensity matched only by their casual disinterest. For a moment, a window opens to another world, one of unimaginable horrors, and through it, you can see with total clarity the reality of your situation - you are of such pitiful insignificance next to this creature that it is ravaging your mind out of
boredom.
YOU FUCKING HATE ORPHANS.
>KT: Auto-Parry.
You are too busy being INCREDIBLY TERRIFIED to AUTO-PARRY the DISCONCERTING OGLE!