The Worth of a Man - Part 5

A moment later, Jok was back on his feet, the hope of total victory a distant memory, but a different kind of hope was born instead.

The conclusion that Jok had come to, seeing the villagers fight, after realizing that they held the power in their hands to end the battle by themselves, Beam had come to much the same one, but from a different direction.

He could feel the will of a man dancing about in their chests. There was a feeling that rivalled even fear there, somehow.

Fear was dark and murky, clinging, sticky. This other thing was like the fires that burned around them. It was hot and powerful, but weak and in need of fuel. It kept the darkness of fear within them at bay, or at least, it managed to, for the few moments that they were able to control it.