An eyebrow lifts slightly, and Piotr lets out a huff that's almost a snort. Honorable of the mutant, on some level, but it's a little farfetched. Who's going to tolerate a mutant in the war tent?

"Military training." There is a world of doubt in those two words, and a little contempt. He hasn't moved, but his presence seems to loom nonetheless. "In whose army?"