Years ago, before running was invented, I had a brute or a hulk punt me into the middle of a minefield. Luckily I didn’t land on any, so I’m attempting to very slowly limp my way out of the field as the big guy keeps getting closer with every step. I’m one step away from clearing the minefield when he finally sets one off and gets destroyed. I’m at the very edge and one single fragment hits my character in the head bringing the head health from nearly full to a little pink “/“
If he hadn’t been wearing a motorcycle helmet that would have been it. I still think about what that would be like sometimes. I imagine the shrapnel just nails it to your skull at that point.