Death Checkmate

I was cleaning an idol from the temple I’d ‘explored’ when it suddenly twisted and a dart shot out and stuck in my arm. I yanked it out and threw it away.

“Ow, that could have been bad.”

“It was.”

I turned, my hand reaching for my gun. It never found it, as I found myself staring into a dark hooded figure, a scythe in their hands.

“Well how… Traditional.” I managed.

“I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“Well… Don’t I get to challenge you? Don’t I get a chance to beat you?”

Death managed to deadpan.

“Yes. It’s called Life.”