Eda was never a sword lady, always a gun or some sort of another firearm chick. In her logic, why bother with all that training if in dead-ass serious life or death situations all it comes down to pure skill instead of how powerful the tool is? Nah, she prefers bullets thank you very much. (Plus, she was never trained in swords. Maybe knives, but she's rusty at it.)

But Travis offered to teach her how to wield a Beam Katana which is a pretty unique weapon in the sea of assassins that use custom, extremely unique weapons. (She refuses to get into that sweat-inducing latex for 'wrestling' training, which she's sure it's just an excuse to grab all on her.) For all intents and purposes, Travis shouldn't be a person that knows how to use a weapon like this without slicing his own face off. But somehow... he uses it well.

He knows how to dodge pretty well. She smirks at him, backed into a wall by her kick.

"You know, I assumed that was all you knew how to do with this."