Rane turned lazily towards where Mylik's voice had come from, hesitant to tear his attention from Nafi, but realised his team mate wasn't there. It took Rane a heartbeat to come to the conclusion that the Kiaslikian must have some sorta cloaking power. Didn't really matter what Mylik had to say after that, Rane was to busy imagining all the possibilities that invisibility would open to someone. Most of them weren't exactly legal. 

"Damn, you can turn invisible! That is so cool!" Rane said, voice full of admiration, but he quickly got back on track when he realised Mylik was talking about a fight. Which, Rane supposed, was an accurate enough reason as to why he had dragged the Kiaslikian here, but he hadn't quite grasped he sword by the handle. The Canmorian's laughter rasped out, sounding like wire wool being drawn across a washing board. 

"Why, in the name of the Hunt-lord would I want to fight you? Ya wouldn't last two seconds Mylik, it just wouldn't be fair on myself." He managed to wheeze out between belly laughs, before taking a second to compose himself. "Nah, we're teammates now, and contrary to popular opinion I don't want to see anyone on my team bite the big one. You're here as a learning experience." The Canmorian gave it a second for that to sink in before continuing.

"I seen your face earlier, when I spoke about the trouble we'll get into. You near wet yourself just at the thought of violence. Well I hate to break it to you, but the Marauders get into a lotta violent situations. Like all the time. I know you're gonna do your best to stay outta the way of the fighting, and I make it my mission to keep the folk like you as far as possible from the scrap, but it ain't an ideal universe. We're here to, whadda ya call it, desensitise you. You'll watch Nafi here break some bots, hopefully you'll pick up a few tricks that'll keep you alive long enough to regret ever getting on this ship." Just as he was finishing his speech though there was a loud crash, and a robotic head flew past, inches from where Mylik was standing. 

"Well damn," sighed Rane. Mylik wouldn't learn anything if an opponent didn't last long enough against Nafi to actually make an impression. 

"Oh hey, lizard man. Rane, isn't it? Heard you were quite the fighter, back in your day. Guess you're too old for the ring now, eh? By the way, do you hear someone whispering? I think I'm going crazy..." called Nafi, looking around confusedly for the source of the whispering. 

And here we go again, realised Rane. Just another cocksure 'specialist', come onto the Marauder's ship thinking they're the shit. They here about Rane being able to swing a sword, and damn if they don't feel the need to prove something. He'd seen a hundred of her like before, but he never got tired of putting them down. Kept him trim. 

"Meh, that's just Mylik, he's invisible." Replied Rane. "I brought him here to show him a thing or two about fighting. Whadda ya say Nafi, you able to go slow on this here old man, give Mylik a chance to see what a scrap can be like?"