"The swords are so skinny they can't even do anything. They have Fencing To the Death in Valhalla and it always takes forever because they can barely stab." Magnus wrinkles his nose. "Usually the fencers end up bludgeoning each other with their helmets to get the job done." This time he's going to let Lancelot start, so he makes a come at me, bro sort of gesture around the hilt. (The gesture? Is Magnus flipping Lancelot the bird. Whatever, he knows what Magnus means by that.)