You attempt to consume some of your essence to enter a state of divine badassery!
6
The world around you slows. You casually stroll foward, and swat the beam that was otherwise destined to leave you a widow to the side, before lunging at Prince Ironclad! You knock the pathetic mortal from the ground, rip the artifact sword from his hands, mount his torso, and begin to deliver a ground and pound assault with your fists to his face! Blood is quickly drawn.
"How wise you are, my love," Senshinochi chimes in, as his massive form looms above both you and your victim, "filthy sea dwarves deserve no honor in combat. It is right and just to double team him."
5
Your husband jumps into the pile, and the two of you spend several minutes ripping the intruder to bits! By the time you finish only blood, belongings, and bones remain of Prince Ironclad!
As you conjure up a negligible amount of essence to purge the blood from your impecable outfit, Senshinochi considers the sword that almost killed him. "This must be one of the Seven Beam Swords, a set of artifacts made by Torvin, the rotten dwarven god of light! In my prime, I would have claimed this as a trophy, but I prefer to fight with my claws, and am too old to be learning new tricks. We should give it to one of our children."
A: Hell no! I saved your life, I keep the pretty artifact!
B: Our divine daughter Moonpetal would appreciate such a beautiful blade!
C: Our warlike son Uzru could use such a weapon!
D: Our warlike daughter Azuma could use such a weapon!
E: Our daughter Nishi, a natural leader, could use such a stunning artifact to rally her followers!
F: We still have three children who are not yet of age. Perhaps one of them will prove worthy of it!
G: We could strengthen our alliance with your people by giving it to one of our unworthy sons at Kōkei's dojo!
H: We should return it to the dead dwarf's family.