My brother and I used to stage boxing matches in our room, using our pillows as gloves. Sometimes our friend Brian would join, using his superior size and Bald Bull Charge to great advantage. More often than not, the cheap filling from the pillows would shift such that we were essentially engaged in a bare-knuckle brawl.
Then there was the time we were in the midst of a pitched battle that followed more conventional pillow fight parameters. Leaping from my bed, I brought my cottony cudgel down in what should have been a game-changing blow. And it was, just not in the same way I’d pictured it.