That isn't how this is gonna work - they aren't putting their best out first. It's only going to get worse from here, because they're going to get smarter, and better at this shit, and it doesn't fucking matter how fast you can swing an axe if they catch you while you're knocked out, or trap you, or fucking poison you. If they lock us in a building and set fire to it, or, I don't know, kill us a million other ways because they've got the resources to do that. We don't. We've got a fake gun full of Big Mac sauce and a dude who can, maybe, if we guess right, tell us who a Reaper is gonna be once a week.

[Taako's getting a little worked up, imagining the ten thousand different ways he could potentially die here, and he's not at all comforted by the fact that victims get licks in. They're still dead. It's not enough.]

This isn't designed to be a fair fight for us. The, uh, Dungeon Master ain't railroading the story so we win.