The Green commander laughed as he sidestepped the thrust. "I don't think you understand. No Red or Blue loser can fight. I'm not asking if you're not actually a Blue, I'm asking what you are." He grabbed the tall girl's arm that wasn't hilding the katana, bent it around behind her back, grabed her and flipped her backwards, slamming her into the ground. "Because I already know." And the Green did know. He knew he could rule out Spartan, but what else could this person be. Mercenary? Freelancer? ODST with an armor upgrade? There wasn't much else with a fighting skill of this level and a set of armor to go with it. "You're a better fighter than your teammates on the ground down there. It's obvious."