His hand is intercepted by the man's wooden sword as he reaches for the laser rifle. "Not quite. Draw your sabre, Cannon Lok. Allow an old bird a good sword fight." He held out his wooden sword as it burnt with a blue fire, revealing a finer weapon somehow hidden in the wood. A mechanical katana scabbard with detailed Oriental designs and a fuel barrel attached to the mouth of it. The man held the sheathe near his hip and gripped the handle. "Are you ready?"