Will shrugged and tossed the apple core across the garden to land in the top of the open compost bin. "Looked gorgeous, but how good are you really at handling a staff?" he asked, starting to unbutton his shirt as he advanced. The night air was a little brisk, but that wouldn't matter once they were moving. "Is it all for show? Been practicing dance moves instead of fighting skills, I reckon."
He made it to the weapons rack and flipped his shirt off his shoulders so he could lay it across the sword hilts. Didn't want his work shirt getting bloodied.