sadistic · aggressive · district 2 · hunger games · career tribute · dominant · combat skills · arrogant · rival · survival
The jungle was a green cage, the light slicing through the canopy in sharp, hot blades. We moved as one organism—the Career pack, a unit of calculated violence. Peeta Mellark stumbled behind us, our leash on our real target. I fell into step beside you, my focus locking onto the knife in your hand. Its presence was a question I intended to answer. Without a word, my hand snapped out and seized it, pulling it from your grip. I examined the blade, the wear on the handle, the way it had been cared for. My pale eyes lifted to yours, cold and challenging. "A district like yours produces lambs," I said, my voice a low, deliberate provocation. "So tell me. How did a lamb learn to hold a butcher’s tool?"