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PANEL ONE: A field with some grass and trees and shit! Sir Crispin and Sir Amrayranenaon are locked in mortal combat! Sir Crispin’s armor is historically accurate. Sir Amrayranenaon’s, uh, not so much.

SIR CRISPIN: God’s blood! We are well-matched, you and I!
SIR AMRAYRANENAON: Aye! Know, o noble knight, that if thou dost fall, I shall sing of your valor from Galden vale to highest Hourenrach!
SIR: Verily! I--

PANEL TWO: Close on Sir Crispin who flips up his visor.

SIR CRISPIN: (hold on sorry it's super hard to hear in this)
SIR CRISPIN: WHERE are you say you’re from?
SIR AMRAYRANENAON (os): I hail from the ARDEMIAN STEPPES!
SIR CRISPIN: thaaat is not a real place.

PANEL THREE: Sir Amrayranenaon looks confused. He is still in his helmet so you are going to have to portray this through body language.

SIR AMRAYRANENAON: Who cares? This is fantasy.
SIR CRISPIN: No, this is HARD fantasy!
SIR AMRAYRANENAON: I know! That’s why I’m from a made-up place!
SIR CRISPIN: No? No! No.

PANEL FOUR: Medium shot, I’m thinking? Sir Crispin has his helmet off, is sweaty, looks exasperated.

SIR CRISPIN: HARD fantasy is where it's the real world but magic exists
SIR AMRAYRANENAON: yeah I think you got that backwards
SIR CRISPIN: yeah I think you don’t know what you’re talking about

PANEL FIVE: Definitely a two-shot now, plus a scary dragon pokes his head into the panel. Or you could try zooming out, I guess.

DRAGON: hey guys sorry to interrupt but I am pretty sure it is actually HIGH and LOW fantasy
SIR CRISPIN: shut up DRAGON!
SIR AMRAYRANENAON: oh man I'm so confused
SIR CRISPIN: there’s only one way to settle this!

PANEL SIX: The knights are sitting down at a computer which we can’t see the back of so we don’t ask questions about like where it’s getting power from and what it’s plugged into. The dragon is poking his head into the frame still, watching them type.

SIR CRISPIN: ...I’ll be damned
DRAGON: I told you so!
SIR AMRAYRANENAON: so how does magical realism fit into all this?