The warrior roared and the barista roared back much to everyone's shock.
"You challenging me?!"
The warrior gaped, axe in hand, suddenly unsure of how to proceed, "Yes?"
"Then get in line and I'll deal with you when it's your turn."
The warrior shuffled to the back of the line sheepishly, until finally, it was his turn.
"So, we meet again."
"Unicorn latte please," the warrior mumbled.
"No duel?"
"You've... proven your bravery."