"From Peace to Panic: The Transformation of a Man's Instincts"

As Asher unsteadily stood up after the Navi's death, he sighed inwardly as he gazed upon its lifeless corpse.

The adrenaline was starting to wear off and he felt relieved, but also horrible.

The punch he received from the early ranked bronze being, equivalent to two men, had left him feeling dizzy and in pain.

He hobbled over to the Navi's body, retrieved the daggers that were stuck deep inside it, and made his way back to the soldier.

Together, they decided to go to a secluded broken building to rest up and attend to their injuries.

As they entered the building, the sound of the ongoing battle outside echoed off the walls.

The smell of smoke and the acrid scent of death filled their nostrils.

They found a corner to rest in and leaned against the broken pieces of furniture that littered the floor.

The soldier asked Asher to come closer and gently cleaned the blood from around his broken nose.

With a twist and a crack, he carefully put it back in place. Asher let out a grunt, feeling the pain shoot through his face.

...

Asher rested in the corner behind some broken furniture in the dilapidated building.

The room was dimly lit by the rays of sunlight filtering in through cracks in the walls and ceiling.

The air was musty and filled with the smell of decay and dust.

He could hear the sounds of the battle raging on outside, distant screams and the clanging of weapons intermingled with the crumbling of rubble.

As he closed his eyes, he saw flashes of the intense fight that had just taken place.

The sight of the Navi's glowing eyes and the feeling of its powerful punch still lingered in his mind.

Despite the chaos outside, he found a sense of peace in this broken corner of the world.

He took in his surroundings, the way the sunlight illuminated the dust in the air, and the way the furniture provided a sense of protection from the outside world.

He felt safe here, even if only for a moment, and let himself drift off into a light sleep, the sound of battle serving as a haunting lullaby.

But as he dozed off, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever truly find peace in this war-torn world, or if he was destined to become just another broken piece in the ever-growing pile of rubble.

...

Asher suddenly woke up with a start, his heart racing as sweat poured down his face. The ear-piercing scream that had jolted him from his slumber was unlike anything he had ever heard before.

It sounded like a woman, but at the same time, it was more inhuman - as if the person was experiencing the worst pain of their life.

He immediately unsheathed his daggers silently and became vigilant, his senses heightened.

He noticed that the soldier beside him was reacting in the same way, drawing their weapons and becoming alert.

They looked at each other, and the soldier nodded towards the outside, signaling that they should see what was happening.

As they advanced silently, the scream became even more desperate and filled with pain. They could feel the urgency in their bones, and they moved faster, their footsteps quickening with each passing moment.

When they were almost there, Asher and the soldier could smell fire, but it was a disgusting scent, not like any normal fire they had encountered before.

As they approached, they could see the fire illuminating the walls of what appeared to be a grocery store, but upon closer inspection, everything inside was cleaned up - not a single drink or snack was left.

When they cautiously peeked inside, they instantly became pale, their blood running cold.

What they saw was two Xenomorphs, using their sharp claws to slowly rip the skin from a middle-aged woman.

The sight was gruesome, and they could see the blood and flesh oozing out, the bones of the woman sticking out from her ripped apart skin.

Under her was a fire, slowly cooking her alive, and next to the one doing the cooking was another Xenomorph, chewing on the woman's hand with its sharp fangs.

The sight was horrific, and the sounds of the woman's cries mixed with the sickening crunch of bones being crushed filled the air.

The two men stood frozen, unable to move or speak, as the scene played out before their eyes.

Asher and the soldier's instincts were at war with each other, with one half urging them to turn and flee from the horrifying scene before them and the other half urging them to charge forward and attack the Xenomorphs.

This internal conflict is commonly referred to as the "fight or flight response."

The "fight or flight response" is an automatic physiological response to a perceived threat that prepares the body to either defend itself or flee from danger.

In this moment, Asher and the soldier's bodies were flooded with adrenaline as their bodies prepared for the ultimate test of survival.

The smell of burning flesh, the sight of the middle-aged woman being slowly skinned alive, and the sound of her desperate screams triggered their primal instincts to fight or flee.

They knew they had to make a quick decision, as the fate of the woman and possibly their own lives hung in the balance.