<span style="text-decoration: underline">The Gymnasium</span><br/><br/>Heinrich handed the Warhammer over with a small smile, eyes twinkling. Magecraft indeed! He knew that there was power there, certainly, but the Reik had always exceled at taking a base concept and, for want of a better word, improving it. He knew full well that some officers carried interesting little devices that did some remarkably exciting things when exposed to magical energy. Of course he said nothing of this, it would be better that the hulking gentleman learn from himself first hand. A suite of skills, that was the ticket.<br/><br/><b>‘Good good, give the sod a good airing. I’m sure a chap as, hmn, burly as you will have no difficulty wielding it efficiently! Learn the lesson that successful races do, adapt or submit to ones betters. Like I said, it really is supposed to be good wine…’</b><br/><br/>With that he turned his attention back to Hermisia. He sidled up to her with that small, wry smile still piquing his lip. He put one arm around her shoulder and very carefully twisted the paracelsi so that they had a broad view of the weapon rack. He swept his arm in a broad semi-circle, encompassing the collection.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari] ‘You are of course, correct in most of what you say. At range, a rifle is king. Closer still a pistol is your firmest friend, taking a farmhouse? I’d be most grateful if I had a couple of likely lads with ‘room cleansers’ with me. Except, when you’re in the thick of it, in close quarters and narrow alleys. When the blood and shit and piss is slicking the soles of your boots and your enemy is up there, his foul breath in your face, you’ll quickly find the bayonet drill will only serve you so well.’</b><br/><br/>He stiffened slightly, the patted Hermisia’s far shoulder.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari] ‘Know your enemy and how he fights. Know the tools at your own disposal. Hammers, maces, axes – they’re brutish, yes. They’re tools of the trade and you too should know how to defend yourself. You never know what might lurk out there. That does give me an idea though…’</b><br/><br/>Heinrich let the medic go, gave her a salacious wink and then strode with purpose back to the weapons. He returned almost immediately carrying an elven-sized weapon. It had a distinctly odd look, like the handle of a spade. Where the haft would have been however, was a black piece of flat metal that divided into a single elegantly decorated flat blade. He held it handle first toward the paracelsi.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari] ‘This is a Janggeshi <i>kuttuvāḷ</i>. I suppose we might call it a push dagger. It’s pretty simple really, but quite a useful defensive weapon. Remember that rifles will always run out of ammunition. This little rascal never will. I suggest you take it and learn how to use it. Just in case.’</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>