Magnus can feel himself working up a sweat. It's not a particularly hot day, but between the sun and the exertion, it's enough to warm a guy up. Sagramore is fun to spar with. Kind of like -- well, none of Magnus's hallmates really use swords; Alex has her garrote wire and shapeshifting, Halfborn has his battle-axe, TJ has his union rifle with the bone-steel bayonet; Mallory has her knives. But if any of them did wield a greatsword and also couldn't be accidentally killed, Magnus imagines fighting them would feel like this.

So he decides to play around some more. He hops nimbly onto a decorative... boulder? Statue? Roundish rock that stands about three feet above the ground, knocking Jack out of the way with a move that one would typically use to disarm an opponent. There's a way for people who don't have einherji dexterity and strength to climb up, too, though it might require a little more than just a simple jump. "Come at me, bro," he tells Sagramore, eyes twinkling.