1

The enemies leave you for dead – you wake up d4 hours later on 1 hp

2

When you go over the cliff, you miraculously fall into the river, or catch hold of a root

3

The enemies stop short of killing you, for reasons as yet unknown

4

You duck behind a rock at the exact moment the dragon breathes fire, and hide there

5

The floor/ground/bridge gives way beneath you, saving you from the killing blow and depositing you somewhere out of harm’s way (for now!)

6

The enemy, in their cruelty, decide they would rather you live severely wounded than die quickly

7

Your Wild Magic/Patron/Deity/Angelic Guide intervenes, whether by accident or design

8

What would have been a fatal blow clips one of the other enemies instead, a mass brawl breaks out and you crawl away in the confusion