"WHO ARE YOU?!" The younger Mitch screams at him, voice as shrill and high-pitched like he remembers. The poor kid's shaking, iron sword clumsily held by younger and inexperienced hands. "Woah there kid," he raises his hands in front of him complacently, meaning to show that he meant no harm. "I'm not gonna hurt you." OR Mitch reverts back to his younger self, the one that hadn't met his biggums yet. Guess who's left to deal with the aftermath?All Rights Reserved