Klaus slung his sword at his hip, nearly two meters of skifandrian steel; the blade was taller than his wife. He grinned fiercely at the younger woman. "Ready, my love?"
Eliot changed into his workout gear and grabbed his sword. It was a large greatsword bedecked with jewels; he and Parker had stolen it from an alien museum when they'd been newly arrived on the ship and bored out of their minds. He wrapped an arm around Kez. "Sure you want to watch?"