Once outside, Magnus grips his training sword firmly in hand. He's starting to get a little tired, even with the energy bars he snacked on between earlier bouts, so he doesn't do anything flashy with it, like try to start with his non-dominant right hand or anything.

He takes a swig of water from his bottle and then straightens to face Galahad. "How do you want to do this?" he asks. "Just... go for it, or...?"