While I was walking ahead in perfect, blissful ignorance—already awarding myself imaginary medals for outstanding conflict resolution—the two of them came to a deeply questionable conclusion that, actually, physical violence was very much required.
Behind me, Gawain and Mikael launched into what could only be described as a battle in spirit… because in execution, it was an absolute disaster.
It started with Gawain attempting a dramatic first strike—
something fast, something impressive, or something worthy of legend.
Unfortunately, he misjudged the distance between himself and Mikael, clipped his own foot mid-step, and stumbled forward with all the grace of a collapsing bookshelf.
Mikael sidestepped purely on instinct, not because he saw the attack coming, but because Gawain ended up grabbing onto his sleeve to avoid eating the ground.
