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Hot Socks was afraid. He was usually a calm man, but right now was different. Very different. He was scared. Very scared. He saw the trident stab-shock come at him, and was terrified by it. He was frozen with fear. But then his new compatriot jumped in front of him. He blocked the death-blast. Hot Socks became watery at the eyes, but his hat covered his eyes. He almost pissed himself, but luckily, he had emptied his bladder before this entire predicament. He was called to arms by his new companion. He didn't know what to do. His mind was firing blanks. He stood up. He didn't want to stand up. His body stood up for him. His arms slowly pulled the shield out from his back. He ran. He ran towards danger. He wanted to run. His body wanted to fight. He thrust the shield in front of him, it grew in size, covering his body. He instinctively screamed.

He recklessly charged the leader, wanting to keel over and cry.

He didn't stop running.