He was in full armor, complete with full helm that resembled the constructs, though his was currently magnetically locked to his thigh. A massive plate of armor was attached to his right arm, larger and thicker than even tower shields, and he had a war maul and rifle slung across his back. "Good enough. We will start at level one combat protocols, somewhere in the realms of 'normality' and work up from there. You have to survive until level six, which is about ten percent of my max, optimal power."<br/><br/>He started to stop, and then laughed and shot her a grin. "The constructs in range are placing bets. Most think you will get to level four before you fall over. Engagement is until you pass out. No ring outs, no surrenders. I won't do killing blows, but you will be healed after the fight. Anything I should know about before we get to Michael's and start?"