"Sick," Magnus says. "Jack is training me to do better at fighting without relying on him to do most of the work. I think I've gotten pretty good at it?"

"Passable," Jack observes. He tilts his blade toward Sagramore, taking in Sagramore's sword at the same time. "Oh, I bet this beauty can fight," he says, happily, and takes what can only be described as a very... flirtatious swing at Sagramore's sword.