Hawk turned, holding the knife a moment, making a face. "That thing's going to shatter next time it hits anything solid," he commented, handing it back. "I swear, somebody must have pissed off the guy they got to stock that armory, either that or it's just a trap to get us all bumped off," he muttered, going back to his own selection. "Here. How's this one?" he offered, holding out a very plain looking blade.