Yell out!
The people turn and see you, their faces slowly turning to happiness,
although only slight. The fire nation soldiers turn to you also, and
their faces too turn to happiness, though only because their power of
numbers is so much greater than yours, you and your one little sword.
You back away, realizing your folly, and one of the fire nation
soldiers laughs as another sneaks up from behind you and hits you over
the head, knocking you out.
(as if you had a choice)
