"Ugh!" Just arguing with Spider-Man made Harry want to take a swing at him a little bit, so congratulations. "You're annoying, alright." Harry rubbed his face, grumbling into his hands for a minute before holding them up in surrender. "Fine. I've never met anyone in my life who's been so gung-ho about someone swinging a sword at them."

He fixed another glare on Spider-Man to show he still really didn't want to do this, but he needed the training. Mask: back up again, and this time, Harry reached back to retrieve the sword. It was a long, slender blade that hummed to life and glowed a vibrant green once charged.