Meanwhile I, in the control room
After a moment of confusion, I decided there was no other way to restore order than to eliminate every being that caused and spread chaos.
My strategy had to be swift, brutal, and final.
I couldn't afford the luxury of being cautious or indulgent.
I had to survive, and to do that, the prison had to be under my total control at any cost.
I armed myself with everything at my disposal: swords, knives, daggers, and brass knuckles.
Every single instrument of destruction I could find became part of my arsenal.
My mind, once rational and strategic, was now dominated by a primal survival instinct.
Meanwhile, the nanny
The nanny, from the shadows, watched my preparations with icy calm.
She had predicted I would come to this decision.
She understood that my fear and desperation would drive me to take a path of total destruction.
But she wanted to see how far I was willing to go to survive.
"Let's see if he has really learned anything," she thought.
"Let's see if he can survive his own fury, or if he will ultimately go berserk."
I, in the heart of chaos
With a pounding heart and a mind focused on a single goal, I began moving through the prison corridors.
The prisoners, surprised by my sudden ferocity, tried to defend themselves, but my determination was unstoppable.
Every move was calculated, every blow was lethal.
My precision and strength seemed superhuman, driven by sheer will to survive, and to do so, I had to prevent them from organizing better.
The swords and knives sliced through the air, penetrating flesh and bone.
Blood flowed copiously, staining the walls and floor.
The metallic sound of the brass knuckles clashing with the prisoners' bones echoed through the corridors, a reverberation of my unstoppable fury.
Every enemy that fell increased my momentum, fueling my thirst for survival.
The battle in the prison
Scene after scene, the combat intensified.
Every corridor, every room became a theater of war.
My mind, once rational, was now a sea of instinct and ferocity, driven by the need to eliminate every threat.
I faced a group of prisoners armed with metal pipes and glass shards.
Without hesitation, I launched myself at them with a sword in one hand and a knife in the other.
The first prisoner approached with a roar of anger, raising the pipe to strike me, but I dodged the blow and plunged the sword into his side.
Blood splattered, but I didn't stop.
The second prisoner tried to attack me from behind, but I sensed the movement of the air and turned quickly, striking him in the throat with the knife.
As the third prisoner advanced, wielding a piece of glass like a blade, I raised the brass knuckles and struck precisely at his nose, shattering it.
I heard the sound of bones breaking and saw the terror in his eyes as he fell to the ground, hitting his head and breathing his last.
Meanwhile, the nanny
The nanny, from the shadows, watched with a mixture of satisfaction and concern.
She had foreseen that I would reach this point, but now she wondered if I could maintain control or if I would fall into a blind rage, becoming unable to think while fighting.
A group of prisoners was organizing in an adjacent room.
I decided to attack before they could consolidate.
With a battle cry, I burst through the door, surprising the prisoners inside.
I threw a knife, striking the first prisoner in the chest.
The others turned towards me, but they were too slow.
I lunged at them, striking with the sword and the brass knuckles.
The sound of metal hitting flesh and bones breaking filled the air.
A prisoner tried to disarm me by grabbing my arm, but I instinctively reacted, striking him with the brass knuckles on his face.
His grip loosened, and I struck him with the sword, making him collapse to the ground.
Another prisoner, desperate, tried to flee, but I chased him down and struck him precisely in the back.
The battle continues
Every room, every corridor was a battlefield.
The screams of the wounded and dying prisoners filled the air, mixing with the sound of my strikes.
My mind was focused on one goal: eliminate every threat.
I encountered another group of armed prisoners.
This time, one of them wielded an axe.
He attacked me with ferocity, but his movements were predictable.
I dodged the blow and, with a fluid motion, plunged the sword into his abdomen.
Blood sprayed, covering my face and body.
I withdrew the sword and struck the next prisoner with a swift blow to the neck, decapitating him.
The chaos was total, but my control was absolute.
Every blow was precise, every movement lethal.
I felt the fury growing inside me, but I began trying to control it, channeling it into a destructive force that allowed me to survive and fight more efficiently.
Meanwhile, the nanny
The nanny watched, now with increasing enthusiasm.
She saw that I was beginning to combine ferocity with strategy, that I was no longer just using my survival instinct, but starting to fight in a life-and-death situation more rationally.
"Finally, he is adapting," she thought. "Let's see how else he changes from here until the end of the training."
I, in the heart of the battle
The chaos was still total, but I felt I was gaining ground.
My mind, once clouded by pure adrenaline, was beginning to clear.
Every blow, every movement, was now deliberate, calculated.
My fury had become a controlled weapon, no longer a blind force.
I faced another group of prisoners, this time armed with chains and knives.
My sword cut through the air with surgical precision, every movement a perfect balance of force and control.
One of the prisoners tried to wrap me with a chain, but I broke it with a quick strike from the brass knuckles.
Another lunged at me with a knife, but I disarmed him with a well-placed blow to the wrist, before finishing him with the sword.
The climax of the battle
In the end, I found myself in the heart of the prison, surrounded by the bodies of my enemies.
Silence slowly fell as the last echoes of the battle faded.
The prison was under my control again, but the cost had been high.
The prisoners' blood soaked the ground, a testament to my fury and my struggle for survival.