"We're going straight into the fight with the monks kid? Did you even think this through? Zaku and I haven't used our swords all day. It may cause us some problems going right into our weakest point immediately." Jiro commented as Zaku chuckled. "Talk for yourself old man. Monks are the one type of mages I think I can deal with with. Monks deal with light and burning attacks. Close your eyes and go in for the kill." Zaku commented as he grabbed his wooden sword from nearby and Jiro grabbed a larger one of the same. "So kid what types of weapons are you going to use? Swords, tomes, axes, or what have you?" Jiro asked of Matt as he looked around the area. The group of monks they were going to fight looked tired but were drinking elixirs over on the other side of the area. "You know just because they're tired doesn't mean they'll lose. Beware Zaku I know how well you deal with magic." Jiro commented to him as the two sat down together on a bench and Jiro helped Zaku strap on his leather fighting vest. The crew had to stop on the way to the stadium to get Zaku's vest and Jiro's chain mail shirt and pauldrons. After Zaku got done with that he pulled his sword off his belt gingerly and gave it to one of the people nearby, "If that thing is so much as scratched I will rip out your throat." he muttered to the man quietly in his ear after pulling him close. Jiro got up and the cling of his chainmail was heard from a mile away and he swung his sword for a few practice runs. "You know we're lucky they have no bishop with them."