As Finn swung his sword around, going through the motions and moving his body, he noticed an unexpected guest. Someone walking out to the hills, spear in hand, prepared for something themselves. Whatever it was, Finn had only one real guess. After all, whatever brought this man to the hills with his weapon was likely the same thing that brought Finn here- Training.
There wasn't much to do in the way of training by ones self. To better acquaint ones body with the weapon, and to become more use to its weight and the movements associated with it. That was not how one truly became one with whatever their weapon was, however. The true method to training and improving lied behind trial and error. Combat was the quickest, and most effective way, to truly learn where someone stood.
"Hey!" Finn's voice carried over the hills as he raised a single arm to grab the strangers attention. Jogging forward to close the gap some, Finn smiled at the new arrival. Sword held at his side, Finn spoke to him. "Hey there, I couldn't help but notice the spear. Any chance you'd be down for a sparring match?"
As he finished the question, he remembered Jake telling him that his words were often misleading. Quickly, Finn acted to correct that. "I mean an actual match of course- No holding back, just no doing permanent damage or killing each other."