"I'm the guest, I make the first move. That's how this works, right?" Salem flipped his blade around in his hand, giving Katniss a cheeky little smirk. When he moves, it's fast terribly so. Without being encumbered by his axe, he holds that same uncanny speed that elves attuned to fighting do, and while he'd just been right there in front of her, now he'd flowed around her, and she has one chance to block the pommel-first upswing of his shortsword.