"You're a dickhead," Tuck laughed at him. "I'm just building muscle, that's all." After centuries swinging a quarterstaff around, he knew the difference between moves for show or for reflex building, and moves to win in a fight. He had always been particularly adept at the staff.
Still, Will told him to keep going, so he did. He started spinning the staff slowly, working up speed until you couldn't even see his hands move, and the staff was a blur. Then he arced it through the air, going through a bit of a routine he had worked out himself, moving his body along with the staff. It looked like some Marvel movie shit, but it was all a bit of fun.