Major Braus was shocked. A woman with this kind of a shot? He had never seen it before, he knew that women's arms were more steady than a man's (as proven by the few feminists who once operated in Christstan) but he had never seen a woman who had actually trained in weaponry. He was almost insulted. For her to shoot on Christstani ground was to insult hundreds of years of culture and female repression. He scoffed and watched the two. When she approached him he cocked one of his eye brows up at her and listened as she spoke in terrible Christstani. "Yes I am the range instructor." He said this quickly and curtly. He did not want to bring up the point that the Weaponry class was made up entirely of males, they had never forbidden the class to women for no woman ever applied for it. He looked to the young man, his accent gave him to be a Canadian but he had distinct Christstani features. The professor almost scoffed when he said she would make a fine soldier. He quickly replied "A good shot does not mean a good soldier. Strength, endurance, Loyalty, and clear mindedness in battle make a good soldier. A Christstani man knows this to be true." The professor broke off into a quiet monologue about a soldier and the state, the one he recited at training camps. He was almost brought to tears in nationalistic vigor, but then stopped himself and looked at the range. "Be careful, I'm sure no acts of violence shall be committed on Christstani grounds, but if you wish to duel, Christstan has laws regarding lawful duels, even to the death."
With that the major continued walking down the range, not wishing to show any more disgust at the blatant infraction of Christstani culture.
