The young man stood, his grip on the dagger firm, yet his hands trembled, his chest rose and dropped heavily. He was holding it all in, the fear, the worry, everything that was rushing through him right now. He wanted to be a man, he so desperately needed to be a man. It was as though something refused to allow him to back down when every person here cowered in fear.
The demonic humans looked at him, they burst into laughter, uncontrolled and loud. What would a puny kid do? He was nothing in their sights, nothing that they should pay attention to, that's what they all thought, and they were right.
He saw the mockery, he heard their laughs, his rage boiled.
