"Damn it, what a bunch of garbage! The Lord would be better off raising pigs than you lot!" Dismas cursed when he noticed the soldiers weren't reacting quickly enough. The pressure within him mounted, and he began to berate them, realizing they were utterly unreliable.
However, his hands didn't stop reloading his musket; on the contrary, he accelerated the process even more.
As he watched the monster in front of him continue to mutate, he knew someone had to take a stand, whether to buy the others more time to react or to show them the strength of humanity.
He swore he would not betray My Lord's trust.
"Watch and learn, kid. The enemy is terrifying, but Hamlet will never yield!"
With a loud cry, Dismas threw himself at the creature.
Many might succumb to panic and chaos, but not this man, at least not today.
