You don't have to run from imminent troubles, it's not as though you could anyway. The black stallion named fear with broken feet will not carry you far. Escape is truly impossible... But a fight is not. Even a dull blade can slice through the thickest of obstacles. Turn around, paralyze it with the determination it sees brimming in defiant eyes. Slash at it with the rage of eternal vengefulness. Kill it with the flare of your willpower. Revenge will only stab you in the back if you do not properly wield it. Careful hands stained with blood will not feel the harsh guilt in which it felled. One is now a killer in which has not killed, but merely has not been defeated. Open now before you, the clouds that stole one's eyes have been blown away at the breath of courage that came from a once silent mouth. No longer will such evil plague One, for One has been trained by wise courage...