Sword was busy sharpening his blade against a rock. An insufferable screech was heard everytime he would scrape the sword against it. Then, the noises stopped. Rising to his feet, Sword would lunge his weapon forward, propelling himself a few feet ahead. It appeared that he was practicing, though it was unknown what for. He then took notice of you, giving a wave. "Never seen you around before, care to spar?" *he called out, lowering his sword as to not appear a threat. "It's fine if not!"