You and Michael were best friends --- you were a winner, and his best friend. You'd met him by tripping over his shoe and landing face first into a literal chest of swords, arrows, daggers, other sharp objects of the sort.

Anyways, today is extermination day. You'd been allowed by Michael to help...

...And now, you were running around with his massive angelic sword, leaving him with only the two, tiny, poisonous daggers you'd previously been armed with. You swung the comically large and heavy sword, nearly falling over every time.