You stop the spread of panic in the most radical way...

But you don't give him that opportunity.

The sudden impact of your fist takes him by surprise.

He falls to the wooden floor.

Blood pours from his nose. Apparently you broke his nose.

You don't let this guy get up.

You kick his body. Hit. Another blow. A series of blows.

A final powerful kick to the throat.

You just broke this coward's neck.

In just ten seconds you killed this young peasant guy.

The **** scene took place in front of a dozen peasant militiamen. They saw it all.

You look into the faces of these people. Now their faces express not only growing panic, which prompts them to flee. There is something else... They are shocked... They are afraid not only of satyrs and wolves...

They are afraid of you.

Your cruel act allowed you to focus the attention of the militia group on you. Thoughts of escape have faded into the background for now.

You furiously shout: “Anyone who tries to escape will die! The only way to survive is to defend yourself and kill your enemies! This vile coward abandoned his comrades and fled from the archers' position on the roof! All the other archers died, and this stinking piece of shit escaped! And look at him now! He died anyway! Keep fighting! Then you will have a chance of survival!”

They are listening to you. The views of the militia express a mixture of horror and hope for salvation.

You shout an order: “The body of this dead cocksucker is to be thrown through the hole in the door! Let this carrion prevent the enemies from passing through!”

A couple of militiamen pick up the lifeless body of a guy who died because you broke his neck.

They throw the corpse into the hole in the door.

While they are doing this, three wolves try to run inside the temple building.

Fortunately, the rest of the militiamen drive the wolves away with blows from spears and pitchforks.

You wound another wolf with a bow shot. The arrow pierces his paw and the beast, which tried to break into the building, whines in pain and runs away.

The noise outside the building increases.

Probably, soon the satyrs will be able to break down some of the barricades...

You give orders to the militia to strengthen the central entrance to the building. From the interior they bring a pair of heavy oak benches, which they then throw near the entrance door to the building to make it difficult for enemies to pass through.

As you give orders in a decisive tone, sad thoughts arise in your mind: “Here is another aspect of the hero’s life. The hero inexorably strives for the goal, regardless of obstacles. This has a logical consequence. Cruelty. A real hero must be cruel. The hero is cruel to himself. The hero is cruel to other persons. Only in children's fairy tales can a hero act in such a way that all good people are happy. In reality, it is impossible to please everyone. In reality, it is necessary to choose from many options for the development of events. And it usually happens that every option out of many is bloody crap. The hero chooses which option is optimal. Optimality does not mean that everyone will be satisfied and happy. Optimality means that all other options are even worse. In reality, you always have to sacrifice something. In this case, I had to... I had to sacrifice the life of this young peasant guy... I killed him. I just broke his neck. This guy probably had a family, friends, a girlfriend... But all this... doesn't matter. Because if I had simply refrained from this cruel... act, it would have caused even worse consequences. This guy's words would have caused a mass panic and flight. Flight would have doomed everyone..."

Such thoughts are quite painful for your consciousness. In part, such thoughts are self-justification. Probably, if you manage to survive the battle with forest monsters, the burden on your conscience will not disappear anywhere.

This is not at all what you dreamed of in your youth, when the image of a heroic life attracted you with fame, wealth and honors.

The reality turned out to be different.

But now is not the time to delve into sad thoughts.

You hear a loud crack of wood breaking.

It's likely that the satyrs will soon completely break down the double doors and try to break into the building.

You shoot with a bow at the silhouette of a satyr, which was visible through the gap in the door.

The noise gets louder.

You see how powerful blows of some unknown weapon over and over again **** pieces of wood to separate from the door.

What kind of weapon is this? Metal weapon? Where did satyrs get these weapon?