He was still unsure but did as instructed,watching the blade very carefully.

Unsheathing it sent a raspy shiver across the glen. The blade was thin and slightly curved, an elegant-looking weapon, razor sharp and deadly. There was something about the blade that was...different. The blade was made of steel. Not faery steel. Not a fey sword covered in glamour. Real, ordinary iron. The kind that would burn faery flesh and sear away glamour. The kind that left wounds impossible to heal.

He noticed and his expression became worried,well more so than it already had been. "Now I'm really worried of hitting the wrong person."

Ash looked remarkably calm to be facing his greatest weakness and nodded. "It's an eighteenth-century Spanish saber. Leanansidhe nearly had a fit when I told her what I wanted, but she was able to track one down in exchange for a favor." He paused then, wincing slightly. "A very large favor."

"Ash." His tone was clear with guilt and worry. "What type of large favore?"

"It doesnt matter. Nothing that endangers us in any way." He hurried on before Jason could argue. "I wanted a light, slashing weapon for you, one with a good amount of reach, to keep opponents farther away." He gestured to the saber with his own weapon, a blindingly quick stab of blue. "Youll be moving around a lot, using speed instead of brute force against your enemies. That blade wont block heavier weapons, and you dont have the strength to swing a longsword effectively yet, so were going to have to teach you how to dodge. This was the best choice."

He gave up any arguments and,with the faintest sigh,nodded. He held the sword as it should be held by the hilt and tested the weight,it felt alright.Actually,it felt just right. "Should I shift to my human form for this?"

"Whichever youre most lukelt going to be in for battle," he said, sliding into predator mode with no effort at all, "I do want you to try and hit me."

He decided on staying in this form,knowing he'd most likely stay as he was most the time. He seemed worried as Ash said to try and hit him but softly mumbled to reassure himself that Ash would be able to dodge just fine...and that he himself was going to be sucky at this so he doubted he'd even be able to even come close to hitting Ash.

Ash slid closer, circling him like a wolf. One finger pointed to the tip of his blade. "The sharp end goes in first."