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Lytle et. The windpipe can also be blocked, which results in suffocation. Lytle, Claire Le Guern. But then Lancelot was suddenly yanked under with a tremendous splash. The water was thrashing, but he couldn't see. Then there was a plume of red like ink, and his heart lurched. He dove beneath the surface, frantically searching through the shallow depths, but his sight still couldn't penetrate the darkness.
And he couldn't risk striking out blindly with his sword and hitting Lancelot. He saw a dark shape flailing in the water. It looked like a tentacle. Leon swung his sword and chopped it off. Purple ichor exploded outward, mixing with red and turning the water puce.
Another appendage lashed out and snapped around Leon's arm. Barbs tore through his mail into skin. Leon switched sword hands and hacked at the limb until it finally broke away. His lungs were burning and before he knew it, he was pushing himself up to the surface to gasp in a lungful of air.
The water around him was still in turmoil, and Lancelot was still submerged, so Leon dove again, twisting and kicking through the murk and attacking every piece of the creature he came up against until it finally retreated in a flurry of bubbles. Leon flailed his arm back and forth until he bumped into Lancelot's limp body, then pulled him close and pushed to his feet again.
They broke the surface with another ragged gasp for oxygen, but they weren't safe yet. Leon dragged Lancelot across the chamber to the rock wall and hauled them both up onto a small cleft. Their feet barely dangled out of the water, which meant they were still within reach should those tentacles come back, but there was nowhere else to go.
Leon held Lancelot tightly against his chest, and the other knight coughed weakly. Out of the light from the trap door, Leon couldn't see very well, but Lancelot's leg looked shredded and blood was trickling down in wet rivulets to drip into the water.
Leon's own arm was burning fiercely, but he adjusted his grip, trying desperately to keep Lancelot out of the water and his sword firmly in the other hand. He didn't get a response. Lancelot was clearly in shock.
Leon didn't know how severely he was bleeding, but he had nothing with which to bind the wounds nor a place to lie him down in order to reach his leg. They were trapped and in very dire straits. Leon watched the water warily, but the creature had skulked off somewhere. It probably wasn't used to its "supper" biting back.
But it'd likely be back when it was hungry enough, and Leon didn't know if he'd be able to fight it off a second time. Lancelot's lips twitched. Leon's example was being on the brink of death and miraculously saved by magic.
He didn't think they could count on a magical rescue here, though. Leon held his tongue. There was no reason to let their captors know they were still alive. The shadows moved away from the grate, but the trap door wasn't closed, which Leon was grateful for. The black water was ominous enough as he constantly roved his gaze over every small ripple, waiting for another attack. Still, it wasn't in the Knight's Code to give up. Lancelot tried to push himself upright, but it was difficult in the narrow space on the cleft.
Leon was going to have to let go. And that was all either of them could do. Leon waited until the last possible moment when the water beneath them was churning. Then he released Lancelot and pushed himself off the rock. They both splashed into the water, and Leon couldn't let himself turn around to make sure Lancelot could keep his head above the surface because the tentacles were flying toward him.
He slashed his sword back and forth, hacking at everything that tried to get past him to his friend. One of the tentacles grabbed his sword arm again and tried to wrench it out of joint. Armed with two blades, he continued to slash at the monster, flinging bits of blubbery appendages through the air and splashing ichor over the water.
And then finally the water stopped thrashing and began to settle, and the attack stopped. And then, of course, your body begins to consume its own muscle and organs to be sated with energy. You can prolong the starvation process by ingesting much-needed salt , but it's hard to deny how miserable your final days would be. Here's the thing about the worst ways to die: Some of them don't sound that bad if you can forget that you die in the end.
Case in point: being adrift at sea. Sure, you might be thinking, being adrift at sea sounds miserable but at least you have the hope that a passing cruise ship will spot you, or that a mermaid will befriend you and teach you how to breathe underwater. We all have our fantasies.
But we're not talking about the 10 coolest ways to get rescued, remember. Reading through tales of those lost at sea — and some of them don't have the luxury of having a boat, and are just bobbing in open water — you start to realize how crushing it must be to be surrounded by endless possibilities for demise.
Will it be a shark that takes a bite out of you Will it be starvation? Will it be hypothermia after your boat capsizes in a storm? The possibilities are endless, awful and the only thing left to think about. Which is why being adrift at sea is safely on our list of worst ways to die.
Now bear with us here. Well, surprise, my morbid friends! Because of the relative density of lava, you'll be delighted to know that if you were to fall into a volcano Gollum-style, you will probably not be swallowed like a rock plopping into the water [source: Wolchover ]. Instead, you will land on top of the lava with a soft little hiss OK, I made that up and then basically burst into flame. Which is pretty miserable and sad. If burning on top of the lava crust isn't bad enough for you, you'll be glad to know that another scientist tested this theory by throwing a pound kilogram bag of food into a volcano to discover — hooray!
So, if you're really looking for a miserable way to die, jumping into a volcano might just be the way to do it. So imagine this: You're not only going to die, but you have to — believe? Unfair, man. And with that we come to human sacrifice, another Worst Way To Die.
In this case, we're talking about the Incan tradition of human sacrifice. Usually involving a chief's child, human sacrifice was a pretty cold affair.
Literally, actually — the ritual would take place high on an Andes summit [source: Clark ]. They did feed the victim some liquor however, the day of the ritual, presumably to arm them a little against the weather and pain.
Archaeologists aren't too sure how painful a death the victims encountered; many of them do have skull fractures, which leads them to believe if they were not killed by the blow, they were at least knocked out before they died of exposure.
Which, considering the gruesome nature of the process, still seems like cold comfort. Har har. But human sacrifice is out of most of our wheelhouses.
Let's all ruminate darkly on something most of us can relate to: dying a horrible death in a fiery plane crash. Call it a cop-out, but there's something to be said for the utter misery of dying in a plane crash. Like a lot of our Worst Ways to Die, it's not necessarily the death part that's going to be so awful. It's the utter inevitability that accompanies the long moments before it all ends.
Let's just get the awful facts straight, so you know what you're dealing with when the plane starts to go down. First of all, you're probably about 6 miles 9. If you're in a real free fall, hypoxia might set in and you'll be unconscious for roughly the first mile of the fall because of lack of oxygen. But then you'll wake up — hooray? Maybe the worst part of a plane crash is that it's a common fear, as well. Let's be honest; the worst way to die is a deeply personal choice.
If you fear air travel, your imagination soars about sputtering engines , clipped wings and the like.
If you fear snakes. Animals are great. They provide comfort and companionship and are a source of humor. Also, they can kill you and eat you. Which brings us to our next Worst Way to Die. It's kind of a catchall category, because it turns out there are many, many animals that are fine with noshing on your pretty person. So let's just cover a few here. Unlike other cats that will kill and eat you lions, tigers and so on , jaguars do not suffocate their prey by going for the neck [source: Gibbens ].
Instead, they use their elongated canines to bite through the temporal bones of their victim. Yup, they bite the brain.
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