Well, now Nida wanted to sigh. Was he really going to get to deal with someone who thought of polearms as boring? Bad enough to get it back home where it was a solid weapon choice. Oh well, he can educate whoever this is.

He put on a press-smile, turned around, and offered it to the man.

"You're probably not from a world with monsters then. Which a Grendel is. Quick summary, I'm from a place we're calling Hyne, monsters fall from the moon, and I'm talking about stuff that makes some of the things I've seen in the public record here sort of tame. Halberds are a versatile sort of polearm, though not the only one I am proficient in. Give me just about any sort of blade on the end of a long stick, and I can handle myself."

Then he holds his hand out to Finnick. "Nida Nomura. Now you've met someone who would choose a halberd."