It was difficult to go against the natural order like that. Difficult to overturn the norms of society. Soldiers fought, and villagers farmed. That was the way it was. But in times without soldiers in the village, when the goblins came, or the mountain beasts wandered too close, it was the men that fought, for there was no one else.
They needed to be reminded of that. They needed something to startle them out of their fear, their acceptance of death. They needed the slightest bit of momentum to push them in the right direction. The honest words of a young girl managed that, to some degree.
"…But if they're so strong, why are we losing?" One man asked. It was only natural. Not all men were fighters. Not all of them could summon up the aggression needed to slay a man.