You feel your rage falter, you are but a child, you can not win this war. You decide life must be better than an agonizing death at the hands of the Beast. The hill is slippery with dew as you descend. The creature waits for you. It cackles at your fear, your confusion. You must battle, or die. You raise your Father’s sword, level your Mother’s shield, and fear the blood of your people no longer protects you. How do you engage?