"Wooden practice swords in the closet under the stairs," he explained, finally putting his woodworking knife in its sheathe at his side to consider her. After a moment he pushes to his feet and limps around to open the closet so she can look if she wants. "Danny made them. I'll do more later, need practice knives first."

The other question he just shrugs over.

"Not just fists. Martial arts, close-quarters-combat. Whatever you want to call it. There are some that are good at different types. Peggy boxes, I believe. Seifer is more a grapple sort of fighter. Danny was the expert there, but I'll figure it out."