[Thank the Gods, Jack didn't suffer any more than a moment's indignity for his fall. Ramza aided him onto his feet and gave a last, lingering glance at the snowman to ensure its defeat... but its dissipation into piles of powder didn't leave much room for doubt. He gave another cursory look to Jack just to make sure there was nothing obvious in the way of wounds...

...but his question pulled Ramza to other thoughts. He fetched his gloves from his pocket and donned them.]

It wasn't uncommon in my homeworld to learn to fight bare-handed... I only ever learned the basics.

[Well, mindful of the fact that expert monks could throw waves of energy and split the earth... but Ramza digressed.]

What of yours? That was no untrained swordplay you put to use.