You're fighting a bunch of bandits in the desert, and they land a lot of hits on you. You manage to kill them all, but one of the last ones lands one fatal hit on you, skewering you with a halberd. As you lay there dying, a flash of fiery light appears, and a confident female voice is heard.

"Sinners, judgement day has arrived! Fall on my fiery swo-"

She then sees you, lying in a puddle of your own blood, halberd sticking out of your sternum. She looks embarrassed.

"Um...whoops. Seems I got here too late. Sorry, mate."