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In the <span class="mu-s">real world</span>, fighting is always a stupid choice. No amount of strength, training, or aggression can stop the real consequences of fighting and injury. It is infinitely easier to do harm then to reverse or protect from it; as such, it is intimidation that truly protects people. You learned this lesson early in life, and then you saw it on the streets.
If two guys get into a fight? The bigger guy always wins. If one brought friends? The bigger group always wins. If one has a weapon? The guy with the weapon always wins. Every time. There's no debating it.
It doesn't matter if you're the biggest, strongest guy around. Even you. You could defeat anyone on Level 5, but all it would take for a gang of three, maybe four guys to attack you unexpected and you'd end up on the ground, badly beaten or ending up on level 3 in one of those medical labs to see how much brain tissue they can regrow. It doesn't matter if you're bigger and stronger then someone, one bladed weapon, and it's all over for you. You've known this forever. Most of these punks? They're dumb teenagers, or in their early twenties, still young and feeling invincible. They've never truly seen death up close, or been scared into being more careful. Most of them will end up dead or in a hospital in the next few years, and the few that won't will mellow out when they have something to lose. In other words, there are no old punks, and for a good reason. You've always been careful for this reason, which is why when you saw the roots of your hair beginning to turn white, you knew it was time for a change.
No old punks? True. Old kings? Old rulers? Absolutely. That was the idea. And then, out of nowhere, this guy decided to show up. Not bigger & stronger then the others, not more ruthless, not with a numbers advantage; and yet...
<span class="mu-b">"Fuck this!"</span>
"...What are you doing?"
Your hand grabs your underling, who is desperate to escape.
"Get him. Now. Idiotic little coward."
<span class="mu-b">"P-Please Viking sir! Lemme go!"</span>
"Are you serious? Do you have any idea what we were going to build?"
<span class="mu-b">"This is NOT worth it!"</span>
You let him go, and he leaves. The others are following. It's over. There's no way to bring them back in line; it was hard enough to get that many punks together even with a flawless record of victory and spotless reputation of power like yours. Now, what are you going to do about <span class="mu-i">him</span>?
>Charge in and show him who is boss
>Pull your sword and make a last ditch effort to corral your troops
>Don't lose your temper and stay back
