Kikyo snorted, looking at John with contempt. If the man inside the sun room had any skill with the sword, no amount of forks, sharpened or not, could stand a chance.

As for all the claims to various skills and powers, it seemed the man was boasting without much thought to whether his words held any basis at all. Kikyo would believe it when he saw it. That is to say, if he even cared to.

"Then sharpen your wits, next time." He answered dismissively.