Even then they still don't scare me. But I have no fear of death or pain whatsoever. Ironically I suffer from a constant state of anxiety that is caused by intrusive thoughts and some CPTSD thrown in for good measure.
If 10-15 of these guys decided to kill me, quite frankly they'd be doing me a favor. I wouldn't feel that much, after the first few blows or thrusts/shots as the case may be. Pain isn't that bad. I've suffered from 2 disc herniations both with neuropathology - most of which I still suffer with to this day, fallen into hard concrete, fallen on my back on concrete after slipping on ice, cracked my tailbone, had my front teeth completely snapped off during an accident at the school gym, fell and my left arm snapped in two, and suffered numerous stings from wasps, jellyfish. I was stung by a pinkish-orange jellyfish that made my face feel like it was almost on fire. When I was 9 I was molested by a woman in her late 20s who threatened to whip my face with a large SUV antenna. My parents went through a messy divorce that same year, and then my mother took her life when I was 12. My girlfriend didn't tell me that she had an abortion (she lied to me telling it was a miscarriage) because her mother didn't like the idea of her daughter having a baby out of wedlock, I didn't find out the truth into six months after the fact and we'd long since broken up because of all the emotional turmoil that we were both going through, it went downhill very quickly after the "miscarriage". It didn't matter that I was 22 and quite capable of supporting a baby on just a disability pension and that my girlfriend was 3 years older than me and had a good job with plenty of prospects since she was in a reasonably uptown social circuit and could return to work in a very good position at her father's company 6 months after the birth with very flexible hours and superb pay. Lucky for her bitch of a mother I would have snapped her mother's neck like a twig if I was there when she'd convinced my girlfriend to kill our baby for such a ridiculous reason, but because I found out a long time after the fact, I ended up not killing her and she is one very lucky bitch.
Think I'm afraid of pain or even death? You are wrong.