Xavier shook his head "I know what real war is like, I've had to bury many friends and allies, I took it upon myself to get better, it was my lack of knowledge that led some to their deaths, and my lack of strength that led more. You wonder why I ask these things, it's because a Feroxi fight's differently than an Ylissian, or a Plegian, or Valmese. It's as much about gaining knowledge of ones allies, as well as adapting to other fighters. Not all Grimleal are Plegian, also there are the Risen. Those undead have hounded myself and my sister far more than any mortal can. Do not think all nobles hide behind giant stone walls." He waves around them. "Although why wouldn't you expect all other outcomes as well? In battle anything could happen, battles aren't like facing one dummy, and your style of training is exceptional. Going through certain motions, and stances, making the dummy more than a dummy and acting like it is an actual opponent is something more soldiers should do. Now where was I, ah yes, battles are never as cut and dry as your going to make your training hence why you are never as fast as you wish. You need to ready yourself for any possible outcome, using every sense to your advantage. But I'm only the last real armies tactician I really don't know anything." He shrugs, his hands shaking again, his sarcastic side showing. He bows, "A pleasure sir Carn and I hope you enjoy being part of the army. And keep up the good work." Xavier turns around and starts walking off.