"That's not funny," Porthos pointedly tells Athos, now very much scowling at him. Of course he wouldn't have the advantage now, in this lighter, weaker body. He wouldn't even know how to start brawling.

But he's not one to back down from a challenge, of course, so he sets the dagger down and unbuckles his scabbard. He's going to find out how to fight in this body if it kills him, although he's still hoping that it won't come to that.

Lighter, weaker body or not, he turns around and charges Athos without an instant's hesitation, hoping to surprise him and manage to throw him to the ground. He knows one thing; he has no chance in a prolonged fight.