He raised an eyebrow, before grinning. "Then why don't you face those eight constructs, my personal guard? They might show you a move or two you can use to score on the Commander."<br/><br/>He let her return to sparring, before turning to Ama, who was loitering nearby as an angel, and beckoned her forward. "Considering adding another eight slots to my guard, if I can find someone to fill it. Have a couple or so beings in mind already from among the seraphim. Give the guard a couple of 'harmless women' to follow me where the constructs wouldn't be welcome. Also, you look odd with wings, beloved."