That sword is as big as John is, bloody hell. That's pretty hot, though, he has to admit. It had been fantastic seeing it appear in the clinic even if it was also a little terrifying--he really hadn't wanted his co-workers getting slaughtered by a Sentinel in a rage.

But the weapon itself presents a conundrum. John spreads his hands wide. "Thought we might be using practice equipment. Think I brought my fists to a broadsword fight unless you want to wait for me to run upstairs and grab my short sword." What he wouldn't give to be able to call the weapon magically to his side again. He'd been able to when he'd been blessed with Lady Lunafreya's magic, but that's not possible for him now. Not unless just being in Noct's presence somehow induces it.

"Could show off my dodging techniques if that'd do well for you."