Carver had barely paid the man any mind when he first entered the area, focusing more on his own movements and practicing his form. It's only when he's directly addressed that he actually looks at him. Accent's... Antivan. Oh boy. And a confident - or cocky - one at that. Well then.

"Don't think one will be necessary." Sparring's not meant to go that overboard. A serious injury requiring a healer usually comes about when someone's shit at what they're doing, and that, Carver is not. "Real weapons, or do you want to stick to practice ones?"