Just like an arena, yeah. [Even now he can picture it in his head which is funny since he knows it's not a real memory at all.] An arena with space and I don't really need anything to fight back. We used to train with straw dummies. But this place is way too…Pleasantville. I don't think there's anything even remotely resembling a weapon around here. [He looks briefly scandalized though.] How about I don't practice on you? You'd have to know how to fight back.