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Frowning and placing his palm on his chin, Ghenza thoughtfully looks at the spinning sword.
"Actually, I wouldn't raise a hand against a woman; that's not how my father raised me. Not out of disrespect, but out of respect – it's not gentlemanly. But how can one not appreciate such a refined form and a bright fighting spirit?" – throwing off his jacket, Ghenza stands in a posture honed by long hours and countless beatings in the middle of the desert. "Truly, there is no better way to get to know a person than through fists. Or blades."