<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">She watched as the commander felt her arm and blushed under neath her scarf. She let out a steady sigh and moved the scarf off her face, but kept it around her neck. "No, sir. I just find the scarf....comfortable." She said with a nervous chuckle, feeling the eyes of the other soldiers on her. She was starting to feel a bit worried about the commander touching her body and felt as if she should move away from him, but held her status where she was. "I know this sir, but..." She started, and looked to her arm with the shield on her. "I defend better when I dodge, and can get more of my attacks in faster if I have both hands free." She explained.<br/><br/>She looked to the other men and then to the ground in front of her, feeling out of place again. She normally felt like this when she was training, and was scared she might blow her cover. "My father had trained me as a young boy with only a stick in my hand...er, practice sword, I mean." She said, not having to change her voice, it being hard to tell she was female by it any way. "From that I grew used to working with both hands wielding the same weapon and nothing else, sir." She finished, but did not move the shield off her arm.<br/><br/>She glanced to the sky, with out moving her head, noticing it was almost midday now. "Um...sir, shouldn't we be breaking for the day?" She asked, glancing at the commander now. She wanted to go now, and it was about time for them to finish this day, though they were aloud to come and train freely anyway.</span>