There was actually a little spark of a thrill in Darcy's expression as Miguel talked about winning against swords in the past. It was wonderful fighting talk, and it was apparent that Darcy was as eager for an opportunity to really move about as his friend was. He felt so very tense, and nothing but proper exertion was going to work it out of him again.
His eyes followed Miguel about as he paced, and then he gave him a nod of agreement and lifted the sword properly again. The sword itself was blunted for sport, and incapable of doing any real harm even if he did somehow land a hit.
"An excellent idea. A moving target is certainly more of a challenge than a static lump of plastic," he smirked.