Brayden almost feinted at Kyza's words but her little legs stayed holding for her as her logical mind crunched the numbers to probability of her demise. Thinking about what martial arts would give her against the numbers that pointed to her death Brayden was devastatingly disturbed at the odds put against her. She was used to dealing with failure margins in the hundred thousandths place at the very least. Here it was full numbers... and more than were pointing to success! Still.. it was martial arts. Brayden felt fear always and, just maybe, if she learned the martial arts 19 years of cowardice could be relieved. Safety...<br/><br/>"I w-want to l-learn..." Brayden mumbled.