You look over the statues. They're perfectly normal. Why imagine
that's not true? Even though you're in an admittedly strange place,
you don't assume that the trees are ents, for instance. If the
statues are normal in every way that you can tell, then why question
that? Seriously, what is the purpose of your senses if you are
forever skeptical of them? You can't live your life like that. That's
beyond paranoia. If they're normal, then why not just walk past
them? What kind of fool would you be if you attacked a bunch of
normal statues, or went home again just because you saw them? If
hypothetically, they were not normal statues, the last thing you
would want to do is attack them and provoke anything. You walk to
the far right, south of the group of statues, and then around the
right hand side. They are about five feet from you. You hear something
behind you and turn around. A chill goes through you. The statue
closest to you, at the end of the third row, has turned to face you,
and has lifted its spear as if about to throw it. You are seized
by simultaneous disbelief and terror. Then in an instant, a blinding
flash, you see a blur, then THUNK, the spear goes through your
chest, piercing your heart, the ivory head goes out your back, you
fall backwards, hit the ground, you open your mouth as if to scream
but you can't find the breath, your sight, hearing, and sense of
touch leave you in that order, leaving only an unfathomable piercing
pain that courses through every fiber of your body, and your blood
sloshes and stains the grass, and as you pass out, the first and
last words to form in your pain-blinded mind are "...Oh Anu!..."
