[ WP ] You are a minor character/nameless minion in a fictional story , during a battle between good vs bad , you accidentally killed the protagonist/antagonist . What happens next ?

Laserfire flew past, red, blue, and greens streaking across the sky. My armor felt heavy, and my breathing was ragged. I looked up from my cover for a split second, before seeing something that made me tremble with fear. The Jedi was approaching, as were the Republic soldiers. I threw myself back behind the small, knee high wall. The enemy were barely fifty meters away, and we were most definitely fighting a losing battle. The damned Jedi had killed so many of my comrades. 
 
 
 I suddenly was struck with an idea. I looked to my belt, struggling to grasp at one of the grenades hooked onto it. Finally, I managed to unhook it. I held in my hand, preparing myself. Slowly, the marching footsteps of the Republic soldiers drew nearer, and my breathing grew slower. Each second ticked by, fear creeping into my heart. I tried, desperately I tried, to hide myself behind the fortifications, pressing into the ground. Time slowed. Then, I heard the sound I was waiting for. *CROSH* The sound of the Jedi commander stepping over the wall, with his metal boots. I looked upward, and saw my chance. His dark brown robe swept over me, and I quickly popped up. I clicked the red activation button on the grenade, and hooked it to the Jedi's belt. Then, as quickly as I got up, I got down in the small hole, and played dead. I gripped my rifle, making my knuckles white. If this failed, I would die shooting, not being shot by a Republic drone in a muddy pit. 
 
 
 
 The Jedi stopped dead in his tracks. He quickly threw off his robe, and looked around on his belt to try to find the grenade. His hand came to rest on the small, iron sphere. As soon as he did that, he fumbled to unhook it. While in the midst of attempting to throw it away from himself, it exploded, taking off half of his torso, and his entire left arm. His screams were terrifyingly loud, but I savored each second of his death. I could n't believe it, though. I had actually killed the one Jedi who had caused so many deaths within our army. This was now a battle we could win. The enemy soldiers that surrounded the Jedi attempted to somehow heal him, to stop the bleeding, but quickly abandoned the effort. The volume of his screams was just too revolting, and there was no way to heal that wound. He had a massive lung puncture from shrapnel, was choking on blood, and was missing half of his body. All the while, he screamed. He screamed, yelled, and choked. 
 
 The battle was winnable. And now, we had the upper hand.
