I'd smirk and make some snide, sarcastic remark, do that one fancy-cloak-flip thing with my 망토, 망 토 (since I'm obviously wearing it. I wear it outside wherever I go now), and tell them to come at me with a hearty chuckle and accept my death with eyes closed, arms open, and a sinister smirk. Maybe lead them to believe that killing me isn't such a great idea.
Either they deicide that they don't want to know what happens to them if they kill me and decide better of it 또는 I die an epic death worthy of a great story. It's a win-win either way.