"Fuck no!" says Gideon, with conviction.

She hits things with swords. Sometimes she punches them, depending on what the situation calls for.

"Cavs aren't necromancers," she explains. "They're –" she catches herself, "we're, trained to fight. With the rapier," she amends, as if reminding herself, which is precisely what she's doing. "We're there to protect our adept."

Because the adepts in question are usually skinny nerds without even the barest hint of muscle mass.