No doubt. The woman moves like danger, like few people Nida's ever seen, and he's considered a master of his chosen weapons. He respects her without even needing to question it. Why should he?

Still, the casualness of the next question actually catches him off guard. Should he really tell her the answer? For a while Nida considers her, thoughtful and perhaps a touch worried. Things aren't going so bad here. He doesn't know if he wants to change that.

"I was eight when Garden took me in. You start some basic hand to hand stuff then. Weapons training starts at ten if you're there when you're that age. I started with swords and realized it wasn't really for me. Got into polearms at twelve. Tanbo at fifteen. Certified as an instructor in the former after the war, so I was about eighteen then."