A win is a win no matter what the loser calls it, says Kate. If they had a judge this wouldn't even be a question. Whatever, she doesn't need Johanna's approval!!

But axes. She's expecting the throw - she can see it coming in the way Johanna approaches, where her eyes go, the turn of shoulders and hips in the seconds before she takes that stance (and it's Johanna; it just seems likely). The telegraphing doesn't make it less impressive. As an archer and an expert athlete she appreciates that deadly aim and the obvious mastery. As a person with eyes, there's the grace and strength and it's just pretty damn cool. Axes.

She shakes out her arms as she steps up, wrapping a hand around the axe Johanna seems to be offering. She snorts softly at that advice, rolling her neck and shoulders, and turns to eye the target. She looks comfortable with the weapon in her hand, twirling it twice and re-setting her grip. She takes a step away from Johanna, steps up, and throws. It's not from the wrist, but it's also not...very good. For a first time, sure, it's great, but Kate's talked a pretty big game last time they met and now the axe thunks into the wall high above the target. She steps back with a frown.