The clang of steel against steel rings out in the air; you turn the corner to see blades flashing in the air. You edge oer to the counter, asking for a saber. The man behind it hands you one with a button on the end. You back into a corner and swing it in the air, listening to it crack.
"Why, you look as if you actually know how to use that sword thingy!" An amused voice causes you to look upon a man in in his forties, fiddling with a sword in his hand. Sheathing it, he stuck out his hand. "Jeff Nackerson. Pleased ta meet you, I'm sure."