It's all such a bizarre sight after having taken in an Earth city with much more human life in it. To see the rusted vehicles, the fractured skyscrapers, the nature overtaking as it does with every ruin. There, an old shop, windows long broken, shelves long looted bare. He can imagine the awning whole, a sign lit in dusk, people milling about inside.

"Sounds to me like you've had plenty of actual training already. Maybe what you really need's a sparring partner." No reason it can't be both. "Some of those in Forces are going to be better actually training you in weapons you're less familiar with. You can always throw some magic my way, though, too, if you want to practice that."