"[Giving an example of how combat would hypothetically work] As Jack rounded the corner, he came face to face with the high priest of the cult, blood from the sacrifice still frothing at his mouth. The two stared at each other, then struck simultaneously. Jack's sword cleaved through the cultist's chest, cleaving through the nipple, the xiphoid process - the lowest part of the sternum - and the shoulder blade. The cultist's blade only caused damage to Jack's appendix and his adrenal gland, somehow missing everything else in front of and in back of Jack's adrenal gland and appendix. "Wait just a fucking minute - how the hell did our swords just do that?" said the cultist, idly scratching at his xiphoid process as he surveyed the damage. "Beats the shit out of me. FATAL, I guess," said Jack, and severed the cultist's uterus. "I don't even have a uterus," protested the cultist. "Again: FATAL," said Jack. "Fucking FATAL," muttered the cultist."