"I've fought and won two wars, being one of only five people." The old man certainly had the build to be a fighter, and interesting tricks. Trowa wondered what he'd done to be able to make his hair do that.
Absently, Trowa pulled out his medkit and rubbed a little anti-burn cream into his wrist. Just in case it had been acid. X. X, marked for death, or X... Roman numeral.