Violence is all there is for moments.<br/><br/>Moments are less than moments.  Thought goes from blown glass to grains of it.  Actions shatter into instants of instinct.<br/><br/>Slash duck dive slash slash target parry jump.  Take out the spaces, and that is how fast I am moving, thinking, living.  Take out more than the spaces.  Take out the words.<br/><br/>For awhile, I live in an existence of pure meaning, and that meaning is<em>"Kill."</em><br/><br/>I take an eye out.  That leaves only a few dozen.  I leap out of the way of a maw with teeth like wheelbarrows and a gorge like a cauldron of boiling oil.  I cut a tiny fissure along its immense tongue, and it spits up something that makes the water burn.  I carve at its crashing limb as it runs Marius over, and cleave a wound that could cut an oak in half, and it doesn't even slow it.<br/><br/>Its huge, four-story, melted wax body just heaves its way closer.<br/><br/>And I am duckslashjumpslashstabparryslash.  And it is bellowing in its sky-shaking voice, making my marrow bubbling with the concussion.  And I am moving so fast because to stop moving would mean to curl up and cry until it eats me.<br/><br/>But then it bellows again - in pain.<br/><br/>It begins to turn.  To shamble backwards.  I press the advantage, severing more of its oozing limb's flesh.  It is as hard as wood to cut, but it yields.  And the whole thing is yielding, lumbering backwards, trailing a flood of ichor and white fluids from its clotted bulk.<br/><br/>Now, for a moment, there is time for a feeling of victory.<br/><br/>Then, from behind, a human voice that sounds saturated with lichen roars,<strong>"Charge, O brothers!"</strong><br/><br/>And a dozen booted pairs of feet belonging to the raiders is heard, slashing through the mire and mist of the bog towards our backs.  A dozen javelins are cast, whistling at us, and a dozen blades are drawn.  The thing - the It - is moaning, but not gone just yet.<br/><br/>And as I turn to face the onslaught of the corrupt human raiders, moments crack into glass sand again, and instants blur back into violence.