He nods. "It'll be more useful for keeping you alive long enough to escape, if things come to blows. I wouldn't expect you to stand and fight, though, given how skilled you are, I expect you could, against a number of foes. But, that's enough out of me... you've done well. Keep up the training, and I'll send along a message to your mistress, and let her know how you did." He puts away his weapons, after carefully inspecting them for damage. "Mind leading the way inside? I know the training yard well enough, but beyond that, I lose a little sense of perspective."