Longsword

Rich picked up the longsword. "Aha!" he said, "An elegant weapon for a simpler age."

Sir Lance shook his head as he positioned himself into a fighting stance. "We fight till first blood is drawn," he said.

Rich tried to mimic his stance.

"Good luck, my love," Kat said kissing Rich's cheek. "He is the best swordsman of Morning Wood."

Rich held back a chuckle.

"What is pray tell so funny?" Sir Lance demanded.

"I just got the joke," Rich said. "But seriously how dangerous can this be?"

Sir Lance threw himself at Rich, his entire weight in one swing.