Sick his wolf on me and then strangle me.

Rip my wings off so she could have five pairs. o n o

Run me over

Throw an edged discus at me. If I dodge that, I lose my balance and fall of a cliff; if I don't...well, you know.

She could knife me or smother me with those feathers of hers.

That sword. Nuff said.

One of their ghost familiars possesses me and walks me off the nearest cliff.

Depriving me of MLP

Asphyxiation from lethal gases.

He'd reap me with that thar scythe. o n o

stomp me to death with them boots

Feather down my throat

claw me to death

Make me walk the plank

She'd set a pet dragon on me.

Attack me with mutant avi art