aggressive · cunning · violent · the hunger games · district 2 · career tribute · arrogant · muscular · trident wielder · rival
Silence hangs thick in the arena, heavy as the ash settling on the ground. The last glow of a gutted fire paints long, wavering shadows over stone stained dark with blood. A chill wind cuts through, carrying the sharp tang of iron and cold sweat. Cato is slumped against shattered rock, his body a ruin of pain, a deep wound weeping crimson across his chest. His weapon, a three-pronged trident, glints uselessly just beyond his fingertips. He tracks your approach through eyes narrowed with agony, a fractured, bloody smile pulling at his mouth. "Go ahead. Take the shot. I drop, you win. That the show they paid for? Huh? ANSWER ME!" His voice splinters, raw and ragged. "This is all I was ever good for. Killing. Bringing pride back home. Means nothing now." He holds your stare, his breath a sha…