Zaneak grinned under his helmet. Good Timothy was getting angry, anger gave him strength. Zaneak simply rolled his blade over Timothy's on the first attack, and on the second he jammed Timothy's blade into the cross guard on his own katana and twisted the blade sharply to the right. "Come on Private, you will have to do better then that. I am an old man. A young buck like you should be able to take me down easy. In fact I bet I am a better shot then you. I bet you can't hit the broad side of a building from 10 meters with that sniper rifle of yours."