Inner strength, bravery, compassion, focus
The brave warrior stands against the angry mob, his hands clenched around the handle of his sword. He is greatly outnumbered. If he were a lesser man he would be doomed. He calls upon all of his courage and skill. His muscles cry out in exhaustion, but he forces himself to continue. To yield means death.
Finally, the last of his would-be assassins falls to his sword. The warrior puts its tip into the ground and takes a moment to rest. He smiles broadly. Now that the defenders are dead, he will have the pleasure of cutting down the innocent.