"From whom?" Mira says with a laugh. He hadn't known Cadians existed before they'd met. "Must have been me." She shrugs. "I was right, of course."

She flips the axe around in her hand a few times, clearly not tired in the slightest, before taking her mark for another try. Elbow straight, throw with the shoulder. The next attempt strikes about the same distance from the bullseye, but too low this time--her general technique is solid, but she'll need practice for any degree of precision.

"But it's guns we train with from childhood."