Squall watches him try to find a weapon but eventually turns and practices with the one he picked. It's too light as well but he doesn't mind it. He does some swings and it feels kind of good and exciting to be able to fight Cloud again. It's been so long he almost can't remember how he fights. Of course he could never forget, the man likes to sweep the floor with him sometimes but Squall has been practicing every day practically for this very moment. He fully intends to win for once.

"Almost ready." He puts the wooden blade down and takes off his cropped jacket, tossing it out if the arena so it doesn't get messed up by the fight. His white undershirt is tight on him, revealing much of his figure, the low v neck showing off his chest while the short sleeves showed off toned arms. As he turned to grab the blade his broad back leading into a slimmer waist was on full display. He picked up the blade once more and held it with one hand over his shoulder, a cocky look on his face. "We doing just blades...or do you want to make to bring in some magic?"