"You'll be waiting awhile on that second one," I'seth shot back, already working to divest herself of her sword. She set it down on the table, slowly, thoughtfully, as she considered the question.

When she seemed to reach some sort of decision, she let the sword stay where it was and looked down at her claws, mock-idly, as if she were pondering how she felt about an imagined manicure. "I have these," she answered, letting her hand fall back to her side. "So, let's go with small weapons, just so you're not at a disadvantage."

She'd fight bare-handed, but he could hold on to something to match her claws.