"Keyleigh..." Mumbled Luke, hearing her voice on the other end. He listened to what she had to say. Something about her needing a sparring teacher of sorts. While Luke was indeed quite busy, he wouldn't mind a small break from it all. Especially due to the struggles he had been having on this particular case. Replying to her he said, "Not exactly my cup of tea, but alright then. Whatever it takes to better the next generation. I'll talk to you later, Key." 

Putting the phone down, Luke got up from his leather seat and walked over to a large metal gun safe. It was locked and only Luke knew how to enter it. After dialing the passcode, it opened for me. Inside the case was his vampire weapons. Two swords: a longsword from medieval England or perhaps France. The other was a silver basket hilt sabre from Ireland or maybe Scotland. Both these weapons were quite old regardless. There was also a large doubled edged dagger of eloquent design. An expensive weapon without a doubt, gifted to Luke countless centuries ago. A small hunting knife was also in his kit and finally a .50 caliber Desert Eagle that he kept strapped to his belt, opposite from the two swords. 

He put the weapons on his person, wanting to show the pups what he wore when he went out hunting for vampires. It was a bit much, sure, but all had a specific role to play. Luke closed the door to the safe and walked to his coat hangar, putting on his long beaten up trench coat. At last Luke opened the office door, but not before he remembered his most trusty tool: his sharpened wooden stave. With that in hand he left, making his way down towards the gym area where the sparring class was going to take place. He was ready to show these new bloods what it took to be a vampire slayer...