"Well, the sabre's one of the three weapons used in fencing. I have a couple and I could teach you if you want," Pierce offered. He wouldn't mind - he loved the sport and had plenty of equipment to share with people he liked. And of course he liked Naea.
He laughed at the spanking comment, but it was short-lived because he was cut off by a particularly asinine person who was just asking for an ass-whooping. A second later, Pierce shot figurative laser beams from his retinas in a glare from Hell, meant to cause shriveling up and dying in the recipient.
"Idiot," he mumbled, tsk-ing the obvious stupidity at work here.