[i]"Kid," started Treyman, who was actually only twenty seven NTY (New Terran Years - Earth Years) and as such he was quite hypocritical with her, though she did look fifteen in truth. The arm though, he didn't even flinch at. And so when he spoke, he felt as if the thoughts he had were wrong and she was not destined for combat, rather she was going to need heavy training. Treyman pulled the blade away and got into a relaxed stance. "Follow my chest when I go to slash or stab, you'll be able to tell where I'm bringing that arm, no matter what." [/i]