She's right. You won't really have time to wring your hands in the middle of a battle. You fight, or you die.

[If it were up to him, he'd ask them to spar right away as he'd been taught, even if they were using sharp blades. Saturday knows what she's doing, though, so he's okay with following her lead here. He stands behind her, observing the two of them.]

If his basics look good, we can go another round.