Speed is mostly what Ceodore has on his father. He knows he's not the physical powerhouse his father is, and doesn't think he'll ever be, he's overheard castle gossip that he's the perfect mix of his parents when they were his age.

"Aw," Ceodore did his best not to pout. He shouldn't allow himself the luxury of pouting at being defeated. But his bottom lip stuck out a little before he pulled it back into a flat line.

The offer to change weapons brightens his mood though. "Axes," he said. He pretty handy with an axe. He's gotten used to using axes since he had been chopping firewood to try to bulk up some. (It hadn't been working. Yet)