Jin turned her head to the newcomer, and her grin widened a bit more. In a soft, mocking tone, she spoke to him. "What know [i]you[/i] of grammar, Sir Snotty?" She folded her arms, not putting her hood down. Her eyes started to glow with a faint, silvery light, giving her face an eerie cast. "I know plenty of tactics. But I also know that the best way to train is to make it as real as possible. When you're in a real fight, when it's your blood or someone else's, you can't think about form. You can't think about remembering the steps, how to throw a punch. You move, you act, and you hope to hell that you win." Her eyes narrowed to silver slits. "Don't dare talk to me about what I know."