This visit to the training center found Jet trying to practice with a sword. He wasn't that great at it, but that just meant he had to work harder; eventually he'd get the hang of it the same way he got the hang of just about anything he tried.

With the number of them in the tower, running into someone else using the center at the same time was inevitable and the blond had been content to ignore the other man practicing with a spear. His movements were strong and fluid, graceful to match his lean form despite his height. Despite the fact he was fairly certain the movements of the blade were off, the movements he himself made looked more like dancing than practicing.

He was lost enough in thought that it took him a moment to register he'd been spoken to. His blade fell and he turned to look at the man he'd thought would ignore him as well. This guy talked funny. "Umm....sure? But I don't know how to use a spear."