Mougin Blinked at the rhetorical question.
[b][color=007236]"I do not."[/color][/b] He said loudly.
The bald man frowned and gave a brief overview of the rules, clarifying a great deal in the process. So that was what the two blue dots on the board were for. It was high risk, high reward, as unlike the center, the blue dots were placed in low scoring areas. How interesting. Mougin held an axe in his hand. He had seen axes before, of course, but this one was quite a bit smaller than what he was used to. There was a certain stereotype of minotaurs with their axes, and he wasn't really sure where it came from. The Bighorn tribe had always preferred to use their hands.

It was time for his practise throws. Mougin had thrown rocks before, but never axes. The bodyguard had made it look so easy, but he decided to watch what his partner did first. Rozzlo held the axe on one end and sent it spinning end over end towards the target, smacking into the board with a solid [i]thunk[/i]. Mougin tried to copy his posture, slowly getting a feel for the weight, and threw with a moderate amount of strength. It seemed he had mistimed his release, as the axe was sent in a downwards direction headfirst, smacking into the backboard. The bodyguard let out a guffaw, but Mougin paid him no mind. He had to figure out where he went wrong.

As Rozzlo made his second throw, Mougin reflected on his approach. The release timing of the axe was a little off, and the strength he used wasn't adequate, causing the axe to sink lower than he wanted it to. He decided to increase the strength he used, and released the axe at the correct time. The axe flew and impacted the target with a loud smack, landing on the second outer ring. Mougin frowned. He had aimed for dead center, but using too much strength had lowered his accuracy. His third throw was more accurate, but the axe landed handle first. It was more complicated than he thought it would be. How interesting.

Soon enough, it was time for the official competition. The bodyguard and his 'partner' went first, much to his relief. The man was strangely confrontational, but he wasn't unskilled. The team scored 22 points in total, the bodyguard throwing 3 times and scoring 15 points personally. He sent a few sneers his way as the teams traded positions, but Mougin was busy concentrating. Their throws had given him some inspiration. You didn't exactly need much strength to throw an axe, but you needed some to make it go the distance. Using more strength made it fly straighter, but also led to accuracy issues. More than anything, consistency was key.

As the more experienced player, Rozzlo took the first throw and scored them 5 points. Again, Mougin studied his posture and his movements and sought to replicate them. Thanks to the similarity of their frames, he didn't need to adjust his strength much. He threw and hit the second inner circle, earning another 4 points. Rozzlo threw again, landing them another 5 points. Mougin breathed in and breathed out, relaxing his posture a little. Rigidity was not conducive to accuracy. He pulled back and threw the axe in one smooth motion, hitting the target dead center - Or so he thought. The edge of the blade had clipped in just oustside the red circle. Mougin let out a disatisfied snort. It had almost gone to plan.

His companion made the last throw. Another 5 points. This man was extremely consistent. His throwing technique was very helpful for helping Mougin learn. So far, they had a total of 24 points, beating the bodyguard's score by only a little.

Mougin moved away from the range and awaited their team's next move.