"Honestly," Magnus says, panting a little and ducking so he can do a twisting sort of move that would (maybe) disarm Lan Wangji if he were actually wielding Bichen. "We should just let our swords fight each other on their own someday."

He's happy enough to fight another flying sword now, though, and one that doesn't know all his moves intimately. He adjusts his grip on the hilt of his training sword and awaits Bichen's next move.