Marcus stopped, looking along the length of the blade and raised both of his own eyebrows in answer. "It's been argued," he said, brightly. "But it never seems to take. Odds are I'd just get shunted along to another world at the point of again." Still meeting the gaze of the man he'd interrupted (Was he a man? It was mostly an academic curiosity in Marcus's mind, although it was wise to know the capabilities of one's allies.), Marcus took a long, careful step back, watching to see if the sword would follow, and keeping up the chatter as he did so. "Classic weapon. I hear there's a Fight Club coming up. Thought I'd get in some practice."