[i]Werewolves? Uh, what are those things in some games called...gnolls? In any case, they're human sized, but if that one can tear apart a rope with its bare hands, it either has superhuman strength or very sharp claws. Donny likely won't be able to overpower it.[/i]

The pale woman and the man in rags had acted as if Hunters were doing this world a favor, yet there were bystanders who cheered for the beasts. So were the newly awakened "hunters" simply being lied to, being used in some grander scheme? Was Kenji right in assuming that there was a possibility that the woman, the one being dragged off, was the one in the wrong and this "God's Hand" were instead the ones that were simply doing their jobs?

There were so many pieces to this puzzle that were missing. Kenji hated trying to make a decision when he didn't have enough information to know whether or not he was giving the right answer, but...but...

[i]I've already tried to kill an old man. I've already decided to sit back and let others play the hero, sacrificing themselves.[/i] His grip grew tighter on his spear, the smooth steel of the slender staff cold against his sweaty palms. 

[i]I've already allowed that woman to be dragged, kicking and screaming, towards what has to be certain death. I've already started judging the people around me, rating them on how useful I think they'll be to me.[/i] He grit his teeth, felt every muscle in his body tensing, felt his breath growing sharper through his nostrils.

[i]I've already decided that my primary objective in this world is to simply survive it, to make whatever decisions have the most logical and likely possibilities of keeping myself safe and figuring out the truth.[/i]

He started to run.

"So when am I going to start being a worthwhile human being!?" he yelled, his thoughts bursting forth, meaning nothing to anyone.

The beast atop Donny might have heard him, if its ears were as sharp as those of the animal it imitated. He didn't really know how fast it was. But with his sudden rush from the shadows, and the added length of his weapon, maybe he'd have the speed, the reach...

He aimed to plant his spear right into the valley of the creature's shoulder blades, gripping the cross spear with all his might and driving it forward with his weight...