Ezio doesn't hesitate to take them, though once he has them in his fingers, he takes his sweet time to adjust them between his fingers. He turns his eyes to the target.

"Maybe I should be," he says, sizing up the target and then raising a hand to aim, but he lowers it again to reconsider. "You know, I traded these for a crossbow the moment it became easier to come by bolts than blades."

He snorts, almost ruefully.

"It's heavier, though."