The brave man raised a foot to step forward, but the brave man was not a brave man.
He was a desperate man.
Nothing but a desperate man shaking and shivering under the weight of his own fear.
His tongue left void of taste except the bitter tang of fools courage.
Nothing but fear in a poorly painted mask.
His eyes vacant left with only the sterile glaze of a faint and fractured disregard.  
What a disguise.
What a facade.
Courage isn't all that brave if you fail to put your foot back on the ground.