For a given amount of trained, sure. You pick up some skills when you kill your way through the universe looking for a specific individual. But none of that included flying, so Arcee drops out of the air and onto the roof of a building, stowing the gun. Swords are what she feels comfortable with - swords and with something solid under her feet.

"Disappointing," she calls, grinning still. "I thought you'd have more fight than that."

What good were Decepticons if they couldn't at least give her a challenge? Arcee has a flash of tinged regret that she and Galvatron never really got settled into a fight before she was dragged here; that's one she's interesting in having. She's content to wait until the other shows her head, if she feels like it. Too long, though, and she'll have to go hunting. Which she's done before - and somehow Arcee thinks this one isn't going to be as much of a challenge as Jhiaxus was.