Swordplay
Knight 1: “I shalt verily chop off your noble head.”
Knight 2: “Wrong you are, good Sir, as I will feast upon your horse at supper tonight.”
Clubbing
Knight 1: “How doth thee fare today, Bill? How ’bout those Knicks?”
Knight 2: “My wench confesses that you slept in my bed last night! Die, mongrel!”
Flagging
Knight 1: “Hey, watch it, uh, I have a flag!”
Knight 2: “Very well, my sword will rend both your flag and gut, Frenchie!”
Screw It
Knight 1: “Ho! I propose that instead of murdering each other, we share a barrel of our King’s ale!”
Knight 2: “Righteous thou art, Sir. Drink, drink!”
