Luke frowned, approaching the rack of weapons. His eyes avoided the blades and blunt objects, looking at the small handguns. He may be fit, but he didn't have brute strength. He sighed picking up the most familiar one he could find. He wasn't particularly skilled with any of the guns, but he had fired handguns enough times to hit.. maybe. He glanced at the others, most picking up weapons they acted like they were familiar with. He checked the weapon over before waiting his turn. He didn't want to be viewed as useless, but he knew that if he failed this test, it would lower other's opinions about him. He fell silent, slightly odd for Luke, but he just waited silently, praying that he would succeed.