He has the look of a man who is trying to parse out vocabulary from context. Okay. He's got it. His eyebrows rise up a little, thoughtful. "It shows off skill, to do it well," he says, thinking of the roar of the crowd. "It will kill you fast, to do it poorly."

He sheathes them both. "I am not so fond of a shield, but I can use one, if needed."