"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

  With a mighty roar, David banishes any hesitation and lingering fears from his mind. The only thoughts he allows are those of carnage, blood, and tears. He is not a mere village boy at this time. In this moment between thought and action he becomes what he was before. He is now an ENFORCER.

  And so the tide arrives, filled with bloodlust and envy. They are envious of all the creatures born to magic and power, jealous of those who only need to breath to become a force of reckoning. Their bloodlust an outlet of emotions that mere beasts cannot truly comprehend. They seek those that are weaker than even themselves, those that pose a challenge not due to individual strength but the incomprehensible minds and tools at their possession. The beasts seek humans to fight and feast on.

  As the Tide comes closer and closer to the target of its desire, they see a lone boy standing in their path. They see a single boy, seemingly lost in the forest, easy prey. That is until-

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-hundreds of rocks, stones, and pebbles sing through the air promising death and agony.

  Beast after beast is slain. Their skulls are shattered, brain matter splattered, and internal organs littered all over the forest floor. Pebble after pebble, rock after rock find their target with merciless carnal intent. Any shrubs or trees in the way are blasted apart because nothing can stop the rampage that is occurring at this hour.

  David speaks no words, no gloating monologues of triumphant returns. He does not waste his breathe on pointless drivel. Even though his power at this moment is great, his reserves of energy are not. Nothing changes the fact that he is in the body of an adolescent that has not gone through the grueling training of his past life. An adolescent that had never had the chance of being exposed to magic. He does not have the energy to spare on anything but carnage.

  With every beast laid low his current home and family have a better chance at survival. With every scream of excruciating agony, another villager has a chance at living to see another day.

He keeps fighting even as he retreats. Even as he is pushed back by the seemingly endless tide, he reaps life after life. Eventually, he is forced back to the tree-line closest to his village. His one-man slaughter is coming to an end.