Tomahawk
Backed up in a corner,
with nowhere to run
you find yourself frantically trying to reload your gun
as the man across from you is your death at hand.
He has sleight of hand,
so you don't stand a chance,
but you look down to find on your belt,
a tomahawk.
You throw your clip aside,
reaching down to unsheathe your weapon
as he continues reloading with a sheepish grin
The handle is cold, the steel is ice
You take aim with your cursor
And let go, but it's too late
you've managed to throw it though,
a tomahawk.
As he opens fire you see it sailing through the air
Hoping that revenge will take shape
Your limp body slumps to the ground in a heap,
your hopes are diminished,
he's probably won this time
But what's that in the kill feed?
A +100, oh god, it worked!
Brimming with a smile now you look to the left and see
JAYLENO382913 HAS BEEN KILLED BY
A TOMAHAWK.