Raph nodded, he grabbed the sword he made hours ago. "We'll balanced good grip and easy at sharpening when the blade starts to get dull," the sword in its sheath a dragon carved into the sheath itself. "I think this would suit your father well," he got the sword out stepping way out of arms reach and swung the blade testing it's balance then putting it backing its sheath. "Yah this would suit your father well."