Date: 2017-07-30 09:02 am (UTC)
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James should be better at hiding his thoughts. He has a great deal of practice, keeping his next step in fencing to himself, not letting it show in his eyes or expression, holding his tongue when his opinion differs from that of his elders. But the surprise that he feels when Horatio says axes is obvious.

He recovers as quickly as he can, trying to picture the slight young thing in front of him wielding one of the heavier war-axes he's seen in the training room. He just can't picture it, himself. Perhaps Horatio has some skill with throwing axes. They're deadly and would remove the need for hand-to-hand fighting. He can almost imagine that.

"I believe there are some." He says, although frankly he's barely glanced at them, he still gestures for Horatio to follow him, passed some of the other Tributes towards a rack of axes and hammers. James can't see anything so heavy being of use in the arena, but he knows that sort of thinking could be his downfall. There's certainly one or two bigger Tributes who could easily heft such a thing.

"I don't believe any of us has used them much." He'll admit, although he probably shouldn't. An axe might be good if you can get up close, or close enough to throw one, but a bow is more deadly over a longer distance.
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