The Worth of a Man - Part 3

That group that had been hanging back earlier, cowardly, now seized an opportunity to charge forward with the rest. They saw the hole opened by an old man's sacrifice, and now they all speared towards it like starving men, as though their Gods were waiting for them right there.

He couldn't understand their mentality. Were they cowards, or were they not? Were they strong, or were they weak? Were they even a threat at all? It was the strangest battle Jok had fought. Again, he felt his strategic horizon broadening. He felt pieces begin to fall into place, as he had many times in his life.

His perspective before had been limited. Limited to mere warriors. But the battle was liable to be done in all forms. Those flames that the Captain had set earlier, burning so many of their men. Those monsters that they had encountered on the way here. All of them were pieces that existed to battle with. All of them were worthy of consideration… All of them were different.