Tregan watches Bennie practice from his hideing spot..his eyes analize..adjust..learn her style..her prefered strikeing stances..angles ..speed... as he smiles softly she was indeed a fine warrior if he were human she would be more then a match for him..but he isnt human..as he watches her jump up to strike the last dummy down he stands up from his spot and steps forward his sword comeing up as her sythes clash down on it and stop..his lips curling into a smile as he always used an axe whats with the sword..his head tilted lightly his braid falling along his pecs over his shirt as he spoke lowly "dummies dont fight back lass " shoveing his blade up forceing her a few steps back as he spun the very rough version of a broadsword in his palm once and then twice..