Tch, yeah, you got kitchen knives. I can throw a good punch, and got a couple of pea-shooters that could be in a museum.

[He huffs and slouched back in his chair irritably, eyeing the sword he had on his hip.]

And this rinky-dink thing.

[He removes it from his belt and tosses it on the table, letting it slide towards Ugetsu. He knew it wasn't the type of sword he was used to, but he figured it was sharp and pointy and Ugetsu could get the job done with it.]

Y'want it? Probably do more with it than I can.