Altaïr lifted one shoulder, unflinchingly displaying his four-fingered hand as Dorian continued. "I have used halberds, as the English call them, which are similar. A staff with a spear and blade at one end. Is it similar enough?"

With the topic on such things, Altaïr cast a glance over Dorian in general, taking in the build of his shoulders and arms. What he saw was promising. Strength, if more latent than active. Capability. Something he could teach from beyond the first steps. The man was not a rank beginner. Good.