[ Loxley's blade slices the air in a casual, if well controlled flick, turning it so he can stow it at his belt. He watches the girl run off before looking sidelong to Erik, amused. ]

Well, I don't know that I'd test them on the frontline, [ he says, roaming nearer, ] and I'm not very familiar with war, just. Scraps.

But it's not nothing. How old were you?