"Terrible," Abby has to confess, but she's more relaxed than she's felt in days, tugging loosely on the ends of the towel around her neck, "I use a mace."

Clarisse would think it really cool, actually: it's like a thick wooden post, covered in iron spikes. "I tried using a sword when I first got here, but it didn't really work out for me. I'm not exactly quick on my feet." Nor does she have a lot of finesse... months after she got here, it took Jone watching her train for thirty seconds to promptly prescribe her something else to hold.