"Ah, this," He unhooked said weapon from its belt-loop, and held it out for examination. It was unassuming in his hand, just a tube of metal, corrugated by the grip, "A lightsaber is a Jedi's weapon. Elegant, yes, but very dangerous in untrained hands. More to its user than anyone they're attacking, I'm quite sure."

A blade forged from live, looped plasma was asking for trouble. Unless you were guided, as so few were, by the Force.

"To answer the rest; I'm not without a few hidden talents of my own. My own years of training paying off, as you say."