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Anna's revelation almost rocked Timothy back on his feet, along with the venom in her words. Mr Helsang was not kind nor caring it seemed but Timothy had believed the man was at least pragmatic, for the protection of humanity. The way his daughter explained this opinion was destroyed. After Anna's rant his eyes narrowed and akin to hers, bored holes into the heavy wooden door. His protectiveness towards the girl was aroused and heightened by the treatment from her own father. He nodded to Anna as Callen left, he had some anger to vent too. The figure who commanded the defenders of humanity was an archaic, shallow man with not even concern for his own daughter. He managed to quell his anger somewhat, grinning at the memory of Anna's last phrase. If it came to choose between the command of the father or the will of the daughter, Timothy would side with his friend. It was still clear on his face that he shared the girls opinion of her father when he looked to her.

"I know where to go." He said, leading her to the training room he had spent the night in. While he still fumed about earlier he was somewhat cautious about actually fighting Anna in this situation. He didn't doubt her skill, he honestly believed her when she had claimed she was one of the best. He also didn't doubt her claim that they would beat each other up. Personally he didn't want to have to spend anymore time recovering. Neither of them could actually afford to with their two hour deadline.

"Has your father always been like that?" He asked when they entered the room. He didn't have to mention how they would fight with the range of weapons mounted on the walls. He waited for her answer as he prepared for battle, he wasn't about to fight without the protective clothing. They could still beat each other black and blue but he wasn't about to push his luck with real blades. He wanted to share his opinions with her but he knew that even now the old man was watching them. Mr. Hellsang might react a little more harshly if someone other then his daughter felt the same. Timothy hefted his preferred scimitar from the rack and moved to the center of the mat. None of the three sparring knights moved as the had last time he was here, perhaps sensing two combatants in the room. He knew to brace himself, Anna was taking it out on him.