Sherlock saluted Lambert with the foam sword. "This is me trying," Sherlock said haughtily, before deftly launching himself at the bobbing and weaving dummy. The snake-like man had a certain grace about him usually reserved for dancers.

He'd probably be better and faster if he possessed all his faculties, he missed a couple of targets, but he wasn't half bad. He'd been on the fencing team at school, at least.