He was quiet as he stepped up to the dummy, tail lashing out behind him and rustling the changing grass, the tips browned even in the darkness.
As it turned out, all Death needed was one strike: one strong, well-aimed strike, his body twisting to accommodate the movement of his tail as he whipped it violently to the side and smacked it into the side of the dummy.
roll 1: [ 4 4 4 1 1 ] - keeping all of them
roll 2: n/a
roll 3: n/a
total = 4, 4, 4, 1, 1 = 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 = 20 = dummy ded