We all like to dream ourselves the hero.  When the monster attacks our egos would have us believe that we’d be the one to pick up the weapons, so as to defend the weak, to shield the innocent, and to slay the beast.  But in truth, we can never quite know how we will react until that moment comes when we are face to face with savagery.

For the record… I froze in fear, my breath faltered, I felt faint of heart, and I prayed that a hero might come and save me… and only then did I cleave the beasts head from atop its shoulders.

S.K