Back and forth, back and forth, the two Kevins exchange blows that grow more and more good-natured as the fight progresses. But even though they're fighting to amuse themselves and to let off some steam, sooner or later, someone has to win. Otherwise, the werewolf can't leave, and nobody gets the satisfaction of finishing. Thinking of it in those terms, this fight really is a good lead-in for what's to come next.

When the knight decides it's time to end it, he gives no indication of it until he's actually striking. In a burst of speed that turns him into a white, flashing blur, he has his one-eyed counterpart on the ground and disarmed, genuinely stunned, wondering why his sword is no longer in his hand. In the next half-second, the wolf twists on his heels and darts toward Lacie. If he can knock her down before her lover is back on his feet, taking them one at a time, he has a chance.