Jr thought about that for a moment or two. This guy knew how to kill with those blades, which could say one of two things about him. Which was the truth of the matter, he couldn't tell just yet. It was something he'd look into later, surely enough. He had enough resources at his disposal...unless this guy was completely unheard of.

"There're training facilities on the Foundation grounds. Stop by sometime - I'm sure they'd love it compared to the usual gunfire," Jr offered casually, his statement more or less accurate. It was usually him there, and sometimes Yeshua. While his friend chiefly practiced martial arts, Jr was always about artillery. "Practice dummies too, rather than...well."

Jr spared a glance at the corpses on the ground. As much as he hated those scumbags, his friend had driven home the point that he wasn't any better than the lot of them if he just went around killing the thugs.

Not that he didn't from time to time, but Jr tried to keep it to a minimum.