"Tybalt of the house of Capulet," Tybalt practically purred. Because he liked hearing his own name, and what of it? "Senior. I've been well-versed in the use of firearms. My Rapier hath allowed me to live to see the rise of another morrow on more than a single occasion."

Rapier was totally a brand name.

"I daresay it might afford me the same luxury in the unlikely event of the dead rising to walk again."