Basch chuckled at Snow's joke, giving a slight nod. "Indeed, she would." He'd been there to witness her anger a lot in the past few years. If they returned and Snow was injured because of him then they'd both be in for it. Honestly, two grown man so fearful of a young woman's wrath was more than just amusing.

Raising his sword, he drew his free arm back, standing in the perfect stance for fencing. "Aye, 'tis the plan. Worry not, you shall not get a hit on me," Basch replied, fully confident of that fact. "Do be cautious, however. Whilst the tips are capped, the edges are not, and are still quite able of severing a limb."