“Sounds like a positive, I think,” Will said with a smirk. “We should do a bit of warming up first, but I’m going to show you what I have stashed in my bag here.” He unzipped the long, slim bag, and retrieved a couple of wooden practice swords. They were smooth and had clearly seen better days, the hand grips stained from long use and numerous dings and scratches on the blades.
“Were you expecting two planks nailed together like Peter Pan?” he asked, taking one in each hand. He swung both wrists experimentally to make sure he had the weight of them, then held one out to Luna, sharp edge pointed away from her of course.