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Elenwe took the form and filled it out. Considering the huge pay grade, she expected to stay only two months, enough time for her to refine her medical lore. This would also give her time to bond properly with the staff and possibly the medics; perhaps even join them on one of their ‘rescue missions’.

She hands it over, her mood quickly improving. She even came over and gave Winters a hug and a playful peck on the cheek. “Thank you so much for your understanding. I do wish to be of help, but I also need to settle my own business first. Then, I shall return to help miss Madison in the delivery room. Have a good day, Major.”

Some days later, Elenwe decided to spend her day off training with her blade in the hospital yard at dawn, where no one was looking. The weapon glowed a deep icy blue, Frejlordi runes of power written upon the broadsword's length. Elenwe was dressed as she always was, plus an extra coat- as the morning seemed colder than usual.

Normally, at this time in the morning, all of the Medics usually already had operations to go to, and so didn't really have the time to notice anything unusual. However, today, two of the Medics were on break in-between rather intensive neuro-surgical procedures: Sgt. Lipton and Pvt. Durnfellow. Both Human and Yordle decided to walk outside to get some 'outside' air, as they called it; not that they complained about the air quality inside, but they did like the 'nature' feel that could be felt in the yard.

They only took a few steps before noticing Elenwe, and when they saw the sword, both could only stare in somewhat unbelievable silence. A few minutes later, Lipton finally got the courage to stop looking and approach the nurse's assistant. The yordle followed behind.

Needless to say, both were both awed, and in a way, somewhat wary... neither had ever seen such a weapon before, and it's glow only made the Medics a tiny, though not noticeable, fearful of what it exactly was; not that fearing mattered to them anyways... and if they were, they certainly didn't show it as Lipton tried to call out to her.

"Ah, excuse me miss?..." he simply asked.

Lipton and Durnfellow nodded at her response; upon hearing her ending comment, Lipton responded.

"Ah, that is true, miss. But, we do not train out in the yard; rather, there is a training facility where we condition ourselves in preparation for our next deployment."

While Lipton responded, Durnfellow noticed that Elenwe was somewhat struggling with her weapon. Upon Lipton finishing, he spoke up.

"Ah, miss... are you okay with handling that weapon of yours?" he asked, in a more polite tone.

Lipton and Durnfellow were rather un-surprised at Elenwe's explanation: after all, such a weapon looked rather unwieldy in such a woman's hands, it only made sense that someone big could possibly handle such a thing.

The description of Elenwe's father did not passed unchecked through the Medics, however.

"Well, d---, I don't think even Major Lewis is that tall, is he?" Durnfellow commented.

"No, Durnfellow: Lewis is stupidly tall, but even he ain't as tall as that..." Lipton answered.

He then turned to Elenwe. "So, if it's not meant for you, how do you manage?"

Lipton and Durnfellow looked at each other for a moment before Lipton turned back to Elenwe and responded.

"Ah... well, the facility is usually restricted to PMC servicemen, but there's a bigger issue in front of it; in combat, we do not employ typical melee weaponry, if even engage in a melee at all; our main form of combat is through firearms, and if in a melee engage with combat knives and unarmed training..."

"...back to the question of training... you'll need to see Captain Winters about that," Lipton concluded; Durnfellow simply nodded in agreement.

Lipton mentally chuckled. Women in their primes liked to think of how they looked, it seemed; he wondered how many women cared more for their capability than their looks.

Elenwe's question cut that line of thought short, however. Almost shocked to hear the question itself, he looked to Durnfellow, who nodded and left; within the minute, he returned, carrying a rather functional, yet slightly aesthetic, weapon. He tossed it up to Lipton, who then explained the term to Elenwe.

"Well, 'firearm' is synonymous with the term 'gun', which is a weapon incorporating a metal tube from which bullets, shells, or other missiles are propelled by explosive force, typically making a characteristic loud, sharp noise. This happens to be one we employ as standard issue to all combat Medics, although usually without this scope attached," holding the weapon in a more natural position.

((What the weapon in question looks like: world.guns.ru/userfiles/images/rifle/8/1288258591.jpg ))