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The Pyrrhic Victory
According to John, the knights were accustomed with man-to-man combat, and it meant that it was normal for them to see someone striking, grappling, throwing, and even slashing until bled, one of them. It had always been like that for years, it was a piece of their culture, and it had birth them their egos.
Their society shaped them on how to think about something, and how to act towards something. We have to think like this and we have to act like that, because we are knights, it was generally their expectations of themselves, their own definition of masculinity and maleness, and they were oblivious of it.
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