The incredibly skilled, I'd gathered; we did some sparring and it was clear he could have disarmed me (or cut off my head, or somesuch) within a few seconds if he'd wanted. Amazing. Can't say the rest of what you're saying makes much sense to me. I'll have to get the whole story sometime. I'm not so sure about death being constant here, however, given that I spent part of the day subduing some zombies who suddenly had a passion to do the macarena in the morgue.