[ It’s so fundamentally alien to Strange’s entire life so far that he’s still struggling to wrap his head around it. It’s not even that he was particularly born to be a warrior; he still didn’t gravitate to it, but it had been simply been necessary, a matter of survival, next steps.

(They both did the things they had to do to survive. Those things just happened to be so vastly different.) ]

Hm. Alright. I can’t pretend the concept comes naturally to me, but I understand better now, madame, and I can at least respect it.

[ And the monks did teach him a clever, slippery approach, which he tended to use more than a Thor or even a Steve Rogers: thinking his way out of a fight, taking the sideways slant where possible, using the enemy’s own momentum against themselves to wear them out. Be as the flexible reed bending in the wind, and not the stubborn oak tree. So these next words are the sound of him relenting, a little tongue-in-cheek, ]

For posterity, I hope you don’t come away with the idea that I punch first and ask questions later. I do generally prefer a more elegant solution. It’s just that when all sophistication fails, sometimes I do wind up having to throw a fireball at someone about it.