I’ve been there, too. And it’s enough, until the day that it isn’t.

[Fight for you life! Stephen still remembers Mordo’s barking command from that day, catching Stephen off-guard, driving home just how unprepared he would be if something did try to kill him.]

Say that you have your back against the wall, and I’m a threat. You have no choice but to fight; knowing what you do know about me, how would you go about it?

[Doctor Strange and his useless hands. A trait that does factor into his own fighting style, if it ever comes down to it.]