Pressing his lips together in thought, Ishiah slowly walks towards his weapons chest, a rough-looking box that appears crudely made, but at the least is secure against would-be thieves. Looking inside, he picks up the various swords and blades that the island has seen fit to gift him with (practically a dozen different types), before picking up one of the two Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knives he has and tossing it, still sheathed, in her general direction.

"Perhaps a sword isn't your best option, then," he says quietly. "It may be a large dagger. A sword's size and weight may make it unwieldy for someone who would be better off quickly zooming in on a target. If it's immediate training you want, we can start with this, and work up to swords later for range."