"While I have one of the Ministry's batons, I think the best way to see how I compare to you will be with fists." Sebek wants to test his strength. Prowess with a weapon can happen later.

Little do the both of them know that any attempt to spar will be loudly interrupted by something involving weapons. The gym erupts into chaos, and Sebek diverts his attention to the guns falling off the rack and to the ground. There's a lot of shouting.

For once, it's not Sebek doing the majority of the yelling. "What--?!"