[ Day in, day out, the militia trainees- try. They try. Some of them to better than others, some are better suited to the ranged weaponry than group tactics, but most are a sad, sad hand at close quarters combat. The dependence upon guns has made the idea of protecting themselves with their fists absurd to most and tis this mentality that leaves Thor fit to weep out of exasperation at least once or twice a session. How is he to teach them anything if they've no true desire to learn?

Any new faces are welcome. Those that can handle themselves in hand to hand? Doubly so. One as skilled and efficient and brutal as this young warrior? He calls a halt to all other drills and rounds them up to watch her beat one of his fellows into the ground for the third time despite the size and weight difference. ]

And that, young warriors, is why tis vital to master these techniques. My Lady- [ Thor extends a hand to the beaten instructor, helping them up. ] Have you patience for another bout?