[ WP ] A warrior from a planetary culture with literally no concept of surrender or quarter sits detained in a POW camp .

`` Fight back!'' he growled, utterly defeated. 
 
 Prisoner 11 had been chained up and snapped at anyone who came close enough to give him food, water, or to ask him questions. Spitting, scratching, and biting were apparently not below him by any means. 
 
 He felt hollow, he longed to escape and fight. To live or die fighting like his brothers, why had he been spared? `` What did I do to deserve this?!'' He hissed to his bloodstained god, and fiddled with his cuffs behind his back. 
 
 He was quite a sight, scars and crusted blood covered him ( as he had refused to allow his captors to bathe him ). What his captors had initially believed to be war paint, had not faded at all. Apparently they were tattoos, covering nearly his entire body in patriotic markings. 
 
 Another attempt was made to communicate, `` What is your name?'' An interrogator asked in his guttural native language. The prisoner kept his head down. `` Where is your army stationed?'' The prisoner would not move. `` You have surrendered, there is no reason to keep quiet, we will only find out the hard way.'' 
 
 Prisoner 11's head shot up. `` My name is Jorrack, my army will be stationed here before long and I. Have. Not. Surrendered.'' With this, he pulled revealed what was left of his arm and hooked his interrogator around the neck, drawing his pistol from it's holster. He took deadly sharp aim and gunned down the two guards watching with alarm before they could draw their weapons. 
 
 He then kicked the interrogator away from him and aimed the gun at his left eye. `` Keys'' He said. `` I…'' The interrogator stuttered. `` KEYS'' He bellowed. The interregator slid him his keys, he picked them up with his teeth and unlocked his other hand. 
 
 `` You're…hand.'' The interrogator stammered. Prisoner 11 looked at the stump of his hand, `` Anything to escape this hell.'' he muttered, and aimed his gun at the interrogator. `` Would you really shoot an unarmed man?'' he cried. `` No'' Jorrack said and dissembled the gun. 
 
 His eyes glinted with joy, `` Let's fight!'' He said, and leapt toward his former captor.
