That is Human Will, not physical endurance. At one point, I was threatened by two armed men, they were both older than me, sent after me because of some cunt i've never met. The anger I felt because of that, being faced with death after doing nothing to the bitch let me realise that pain is nothing, though that only lasted a while. I took my first chance to grab a large tree branch and swung, my only thought was "Kill them, kill them all!" and I was so focused on my own Will that I didn't feel the wound on my arm when I swung. The fact that I didn't even flinch was what won me the fight, as they ran after one of my swings nearly connected. Of course, it hurt like a bitch when I calmed down and I was pretty much limp, lying on the couch when I got home.
Aside from that encounter, I did see them again, both of them, along with four others. I grabbed the axe from the garage and bashed my way through the gate in anger, the original two saw my face as I ran at them and they scattered. I haven't seen them since.
First time I ever managed to run at my fastest with something heavy in my hands. |