The point my dear Sorcerer was trying to make, (I believe) is this. The greatest fighters in the land stand alone. We pride ourselves for our prowess as one man against multiple opponents.

While the weak and incompetent fighters gather together to protect their cowardly hides, the greatest fighters in the land are happy to let them proclaim their fear so openly.

The point is, team all you want, hug all you want, but when we kill all of you, one of us against 3 or 4, expect us to brag about it.

Sir Arthor, Scion of Darkness

Written by my hand on the 23rd of Midsummer, in the year 992.