Whatever the other man's experience was, and Gadriel is learning to remember that everyone's world was not like his, it was not Gadriel's. In his home, there was only war. don't copyright strike me, James Workshop There was a lot Gadriel did not know about things, but war had been the air he'd breathed since even before he was an Astartes.

The other man got into a fighting crouch, once he deemed them far enough away from people. Gadriel took a second to establish the battlefield: buildings on either side, limiting lateral movement, but also sturdy enough to take a landing or hit, if need be. He backed up a step, and then opened his arms wide, presenting as large a target as possible. "First hit for you." It's only courtesy, since the other man needs it more than he does. Right now, at least.