I'll definitely take it as a compliment. Most people who identify as soldiers ain't much more than just muscleheads, to be honest.

[ Erik moves to fall into place alongside Loxley; his own posture is keenly aware of their surroundings but that's just his fairly typical paranoia at work. ]

Swords ain't common back home; we got firearms, bombs, and the like, which do more damage from a further distance. Learning swords has been a trip. But knives I know.

Were you a street kid?