[i]Zach raised his head to look over at the armor-clad Damien, and looking him over once made Zach know that the other man was a fighter. So, he turned his body to face Damien, planting the tip of his three foot long straight sword into the dirt terrain of the dojo courtyard. He smiled falsely as he put his dusty, jolly and never-serious facade to use.[/i] "No, I'm new here," [i]He said, taking no notice of his bizarre attitude, besides the 'metal fingers' comment, which Zach questioned inwardly.[/i] "Watch a sparring match, or spar?" [i]He asked, wanting to make sure he heard correctly and wasn't making any mistakes; he liked things to be repeated, so he was sure that errors would not be made on his part. If to watch a duel was what Damien wished for, Zach looked around for any potential opponents aside from Damien.[/i]