Even if I've grown weaker, it doesn't mean you've grown stronger

Facing the Righteous Knights blocking the way ahead, Gawain's immense strength easily carved a path through the torrent of steel.

By the time he reached Agravain's side, Agravain's face was smeared with blood, blood and mud clung together across his body, his armor and clothes were torn, and five or six wounds covered him.

"Agravain, are you alright?"

"I'm hurt, but it's nothing serious. I can still move."

The moment he saw Gawain arrive, Agravain immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Surrounded and intercepted by a group of Righteous Knights earlier, he had practically crawled and rolled his way through, exhausting himself just to hold on until now.