Youth vs Experience

Yessssssssssssssss was the immediate answer in her mind, and though her movements betrayed her excitement, she simply answered, "Absolutely!" She doubted she could best the warrior, in all honestly. Resin was experienced, formidable, and she hadn't missed the Armada woman's ferocity when they battled the wild dogs. But if getting her ass handed to her would make her a better fighter, well...

Her heart beat a touch faster when her teacher presented her own set of sharp claws, attached to leather bracers. Blinking against the growing light, Mal paced forward, a sniff and a look-see over the claws and then, the stone that was brought out shortly afterwards. "I don't," she stated, and not without a touch of sheepishness that leveled her ears. Of course it was important to keep the things in good condition, but somehow she'd missed that step. The world of weapons was new to the young woman, but she was willing to learn. "How do you use it? And how often do I need to sharpen them?"