"It did," he agreed once more. Her blade came close to finding its mark. Luckily for him, he was fast, and beginning to get a sense of her style, able to twist away and counter with his own strike.
"It wasn't planned for me. Well, not originally." He did not like to think of his son as an accident, though really, what else could that whole fiasco be called? A child borne of a woman not his wife, as his first born. It was insane. Thanks to this place, yet again.
"I'm rather fond of it. Lighter, more maneuverability." It had been a gift, from a Saracen, once upon a time. He'd ended up favouring it over a broad sword.