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"You got to lose to know how to win." STATUS: Alive! Honora Bancroft, District 4's own. Not a lover or a fighter, just a loser and a sinner. She has had tough luck from day, and her hands aren't clean. Alliances: Icarus Pontemercy,

[4xhonora]

     Body aching and dried sweat making her scalp itchy, Honora was in high time for a break, though a part of her wanting to keep pushing herself. Calluses had grown over calluses on her able hands, and muscles she hadn’t realized were there throbbed. Any more and she’d collapse. Training had become a coping mechanism for her as of late, working too hard to think of anything but continuing to breath. Moments of silence and stillness, such as the one she was trying to enjoy now, were when the fear about the Games set in. 

     Heaving a sight, Honora ran her hands over her face, letting them rest over her eyes as she hunched, elbows on her knees, on the couch. Exhausted, and duly so. The day was nearing an end, both to her relief and disappointment. “At this point, all I have yet to try is the hand-to-hand combat,” The girl spoke up, letting her hands fall from her face to give a weak smile at the other sitting off to the side, enjoying just watching for a minute. “But, then again, I think that everyone got to see more than enough of that to last a life time.”

[cxspianfitz-d12-deactivated2016]

“That’s good, and you shouldn’t worry about the tributes underestimating you.” He tried reassuring her, a faint smile on his features. His next words were a little daring, bold for someone who barely knew the girl, but it was a question most were thinking anyway. “If you were to run into her again, in the arena… Do you think you could beat her?

Feeling too nosy, he added quickly, “I don’t mean to be rude, just wanted to see what you thought.” He made sure to not name Titania; they were allies now and that information needed to be well kept between them if they wanted to have the surprise element on everyone else. 

[4xhonora]

     For a fleeting moment, Honora looked at Caspian with a slight smile, finding his words of comfort sweet. Not even a heartbeat later, the smile vanished, and her eyes dropped back to the mess of crushed herbs on her fingers. That kind of a question just asked for trouble, and Honora had been hoping to avoid any as of late. “I think that I hope the time does not come too soon.”

     Honora’s reply was careful, guarded. She wasn’t eager on giving off any certain vibes. As much as she felt embarrassed for losing the duel, she respected Titania, and knew the strength the woman packed first hand. There was no more ill-will for her than any of the other tributes. “Though if... when it does,” Honora corrected the sentence, glancing up again. “I will be sure to leave no room for error.”

[silviadanby-blog]

“Better than me, at least,” Silvia backtracked, her friendly smile turning to a sympathetic one. “But, they say practice makes perfect, don’t they? So we’ll both get better with time.” As if either of them had time. 

[4xhonora]

     The less than amused expression on Honora’s face did not change as Silvia continued talked, but instead grew more defined in the frown etching her lips. “Time. Right,” Came her disgruntled reply, throwing another knife towards the target. This time, it stuck, though quite off center. Feeling like it was a small victory, Honora smiled slightly, glancing to the side. “Perhaps you’re a good luck charm. God knows I need some of that.”

[erik11wyse-blog]

–     “Aw, that’s alright then-” He stopped and nearly squeaked in surprise when she suddenly appeared on a nearby branch. Erik stared at her for a few seconds. “What. Oh. Hi.”

        He cleared his throat. “Well. Other than the fact that I now have an uninvited guest on my tree,” he said jokingly, “I was bored to tears until this happened. Watch.” He reached upwards and into the heavy foliage of the tree, extracting a little seed pod. He pointed towards a small crowd of tributes standing by the instructor. With careful aim, Erik flicked the pod at the instructor’s head. The instructor jumped huffing irritably, their eyes shifting around, unable to find the source of the hit.

        “Bullseye,” he whispered, grinning.

[erik11wyse-blog]

[4xhonora]

     Smile still playing on her lips, Honora watched the cute little trick the other displayed, nodding with an impressed expression. “Good aim,” She noted, glancing up at the abundance of little pods hanging up above them, ready for them to take and do as they pleased. If the Capitol was leaving clues for them in here, it was safe to say there was a forest in store. “But can you do me one better?”

     The challenge having been issued, Honora grabbed a pod of her own, eyes scanning the close perimeter carefully. Eyes landed on one of the other tributes standing at the front of the forest simulation, scouting out the trails within. Their mouth had just began to crack open in a large yawn when Honora took her chance, tossing the seed right into the tributes mouth, and earned an exclamation of surprise. A smile stretched over Honora’s face at the reaction, and she looked to other boy. The gauntlet had been thrown down. 

[cxspianfitz-d12-deactivated2016]

“Yeah, exactly. Either way for them is fine. I guess the best thing to do is study enough with the little time we have and pray for the best.” Caspian shrugged. He agreed with her; coming up with possibilities to figure out the plans the Capitol had for them was rather pointless. They were unpredictable and they fooled the masses many times because of it; the Hunger Games would be no different.

Taking a tool Caspian only assumed was used for crushing the leaves, he started on the task at hand but turned Honora’s way to ask her a question. “I didn’t want to be that guy but, I’m damn curious. How do you, uh, feel?” Vague, but he wasn’t in the right to poke any further. If she wanted to spill the details, well, that’s a different story.

[4xhonora]

      Setting her bowl of mashed up vegetation, Honora grabbed a damp towel to wipe some of the goop off of her hands. Making up poultices was becoming a little messy, but she braved on to the next thing, eyes only leaving her work briefly when she glanced at the other tribute. At least he’d had the nerve to ask instead of whisper behind his hands to a friend.

     “Feel?” She quipped curiously, wondering how much weight the question had been pegged with. How did she feel about the Belladonna leaves, or maybe how was her recovery after that fight? Even more hefty, how did she feel about being in the games? “My hands hurt, but otherwise, I’m fine. That fight wasn’t too much, and I sabotaged myself anyway. I feel like I learned a valuable lesson with my loss.”

[blonderph]

There was something about the training room that pulled her in deeper and deeper into this hell hole. Maybe it was that need to survive already kicking in, but the more that she told herself not to go near a station, she went exactly to that station and either made an ass out of herself ( it wasn’t like she meant to knock over all the wooden staffs ) or she might have shown off too much ( because being able to correctly identify thirty plants in less than a minute and a half must generally mean “more than proficient” ). 

Standing in front of the archery station, Ashley watched as the instructor nocked and released arrow after arrow, hardly noticing as someone moved to stand beside her. They probably were going to attempt the station, where Ashley was just going to stand back and watch. Stepping to the side, she gestured to let them step up to the arrow filled counter. “I’m probably not going to try. I imagine people here like their eyes and wouldn’t want to lose one at my expense.” 

[blonderph]

[4xhonora]

      Having been cursed with everlasting bad luck -- seriously, look where she was now -- Honora herself wasn’t too eager to pull back an arrow to let loose to some unknown target. Likely one far away from the designated one. In District 4, there hadn’t been much use for archery. She’d never even held a bow or an arrow before. 

     Yet, there she wandered, growing tired of doing her best to string up a poorly woven hammock. Of all the skills she could work on, Honora thought this would be one of the less needed ones, so was honestly there more or less to have a spare moment of fun. “Oh, you’re not?” She answered, glancing at the other girl nearby. It would seem both were a bit hesitant about the activity. “Maybe I shouldn’t either then. I’ve never tried before. But that’s what makes it fun -- well, so I thought.”

[silviadanby-blog]

After probably at least 45 minutes at the hammock station where Silvia had decided to take a mental break (it was easy and the weaving reminded her of home), she thought it was finally time to try her hand at the knives. She’d been eyeing them for a while, but now since most people had moved onto swords or something much bigger, she had taken this as her chance. She stepped up, fingers grazing the handle of a small one as she watched the person in front of her picking up theirs, presumably done or preparing to start again. “You’re not bad,” Silvia spoke in a friendly tone, though she hadn’t actually seen anything they’d done.

[silviadanby-blog]

[4xhonora]

     “Are you kidding me?” Honora growled, coming across a little more harsh than she had intended. No, the girl had no problem with this blonde in particular, and in fact would consider her a friendly face by this point. What was the matter though was the fact each knife that Honora had thrown failed to hit the target. Surely that by now, statistics would have said she’d hit one of them, even if by accident. The light weight knifes felt oddly balanced in her hand, and Honora missed the long heaviness of a spear. Those she could throw. These dinky little things? It was ridiculous, and she gave Silvia an unpleasant frown. 

[erik11wyse-blog]

–   Erik flicked another almond into his mouth. He’d been sitting at the top of a tree in the interactive forest for twenty minutes now, and people had yet to notice- he wasn’t sure if it was because they were all busy or if they genuinely had the observational skills of a toddler. He vaguely recalled when his brother was a year old. Moving too fast in front of him- which meant anything along the lines of taking more than one step every five seconds- had the poor child losing sight of Erik.

      Amused at the imagery of twenty-four one-year-olds fighting over nothing in particular, Erik threw another almond in his mouth. The battle of the century. Or the battle that’ll take a century, considering how bloody fast-paced babies were.

      A tribute walked next to the forest, inspecting it. Erik flicked an almond at them, which struck straight in the centre of their nape.

      “Good morning,” he said, watching them from seven feet up. He held his palm towards them. “Almonds?”

[erik11wyse-blog]

[4xhonora]

         Being one of the only females in her family, Honora had learned to assess a situation before jumping in. Rowdy, rambunctious boys and a strong tendency for bad luck making this a vital skill, she had already noticed the figure up in the tree tops. What Honora had failed to consider was the idea he may start up contact, and when the nut hit her, the girl whirled around to catch it before it fell to the ground. 

         So, the kid had out-smarted her. Honora offered a small smile. “No, I already had enough to eat at brunch,” Came the swift reply, tossing the little nut chip to the side. “However...”

     Swinging up along a branch, Honora scaled her way up the trunk with only a little struggle. Climbing trees hadn’t been a huge pastime in District 4, but the activity wasn’t tasking enough to render it impossible, and with a little puff, Honora plopped down on a branch close by. “I think I’ll join you. You’ve been up here at least ten minutes. How are you not bored to tears?”

[cxspianfitz-d12-deactivated2016]

“Hm, I think grinding them up is the next step. I feel like a tribute told me, but I’m not positive. Too bad we don’t have someone to help us,” he said directly to the instructor, but the man barely moved an itched, didn’t even bother to look up from the magazine in their hands. 

Rolling his eyes, he turned his gaze towards the tribute that had spoken to him and remembered what she had recently gone through fighting Titania. He had rooted for Titania, sure, but he saw the blows Honora gave to Titania too. Underestimating her because she lost would be a wrong move. “Are we supposed to assume there’ll be belladonna leaves leaves there, right…?”

[4xhonora]

      It had felt that ever since the fight, everyone looked at Honora a little differently. Some of the stronger tributes scoffed at her with a smirk -- as if they knew she was nothing important now. Others viewed her as if she was someone to worry about, while others yet just looked disappointed for her. Sympathetic, almost. Honora did not look to see which of these reactions he had towards her, though she felt his eyes land on her once more. Waiting a moment, she lifted her gaze to meet his, keeping it even and strong. 

     “I think that assuming anything at this rate would be pointless,” Came her answer after a moment, though she did feel inclined to agree with him about the leaves. The Capitol wouldn’t be so cruel as to waste both the the tributes time, as well as the viewers, with pointless skills. “But taking an educated guess, most likely. I don’t think they’d really waste time on this otherwise. Then again, here? You never know. I’ve stopped trying to predict what comes next.”

[hxxll-o]

She looked better than ever, especially after the impressive events at the party. However, before he could congratulate her at her almost perfected use of the cheese knife, the girl started to sprint towards the course, making him grin as he ran after her. They both got to the wall first and he grabbed the rope with his chalked hand, kicking up against the wooden barrier as he hoisted his body up grasp by grasp. His fingers tingled and his palms burst with pain, but he managed somehow– quietly thanking his upper body strength for hoisting his entire figure up an eight foot wall. Once he straddled the top, he managed to jump off and follow his partner towards the balancing beam, which ran across a shallow pool of water. He found his balance rather quickly, but decided that not having the lead simply won’t do. Smirking, he made a grab for the girl’s wrist and yanked down in an effort to topple her before she could make it completely across, all while attempting to balance as well. “We’re not going to play fair, are we?” Icarus smirked.

[4xhonora]

      Upper body strength was something that Honora excelled in, and she managed to easily get herself up the rope and to the top of the wall, leaving Icarus in her dust as much as possible. The sore knuckles from the party fight gave her a slight disadvantage, but once giving a quick glance at him with a wild grin, Honora was off again --

    -- Until she felt the yank, almost losing her balance as she swung her arms to catch up with her own momentum. Still shaky, Honora let her arm swing out in hopes of either knocking him off, or in getting him back. But a smile had wormed her way on her lips, and she continued down the beam hastily. “Clearly you weren’t planning on it,” She called back, almost stumbling in her efforts to avoid any more attacks from Icarus, but made it to the wet surface on the other side.

[hxxll-o]

He was up bright and early, anxiously waiting for the opening of the training center. Once the doors finally caved in, Icarus was one of the first to storm in, taking a careful note of every station and paying particular attention to the glorious swimming pool that was provided. Almost itching to jump in, he ignored his instincts and made his way towards the obstacle course first, warming up with stretches and four laps around the center before he even attempted to run through the station once. After the third time of climbing, balancing, running and diving below a mesh of nets that were as tall as his knees, the tribute looked more bruised than before. Placing his hands on his hips, he peered over at the other individual currently readying themselves for the trek through the obstacle course. “Wanna race?” He murmured as he dusted his hands with chalk in an attempt to soak up the sweat and small trails of blood on his palms. Glancing up at the time, he quietly reminded himself of his improvement. Four minutes– just get better than four fucking minutes.

[4xhonora]

     Still a little battered by the fight at the party, Honora was planning on spending most of her first day in the training center doing minimal physical activity, sticking with survival techniques and medication. Once wandering in, the commotion was overwhelming, and it was becoming nearly impossible to focus on any of the medicinal herbs and how to get their healing properties out the most effectively. She’d never remember half of this, anyway. 

      Eyes landed on the course, taking up a large spot in the room. Honora studied it, watching a few of the tributes scrambling along until she realized one of them was her district mate. Being it a good distraction, she left her station and the soothing balm she was concocting to go and watch as Icarus finished up his run, head tilted to the side with interest. Honora wouldn’t have believed it at the beginning of the afternoon, but she found herself wanting to give it a go, as well. Arms up to the sky, and then down to her toes, Honora spent the last minute of Icarus’s run preparing, flashing a smile when he looked over. 

     She was waiting for the question. “I thought you’d never ask,” Honora smirked with an eyebrow cocking upwards, one moment before jetting off at the course, taking advantage of her small head start and jumping in.

[cxspianfitz-d12-deactivated2016]

Caspian had the urge to grab a few knives and throw them around the entire time. He didn’t want to comply to their demands but he didn’t want to look weak either. He figured keeping a low profile at first was the best option, so he settled for the Medicine station, tinkering with some of the recipes the instructor had him given him to practice. None of them came out remotely correct, but he was trying.

Damn it, do I leave the belladonna leaves alone or do I grind them up first?” He asked the instructor but they simply shrugged him away (they weren’t helpful aside from giving orders and looking dreadfully bored). He was trying to make a homemade muscle relaxer, and though he was having quite a difficult time, Caspian wasn’t minding it one bit. At least he had his mind and hands busy.

[4xhonora]

     Eventually Honora would be forced to move on to the fighting portion of the Training days they were given, but for these first few, she was content learning the basics of survival instead. Most of the skills being shown weren’t too difficult to master, and at the others words, Honora glanced over between their two elixirs. 

     “I ground mine up, but I bet it’d work either way,” Honora answered after a pause, realizing their grumpy instructor wasn’t going to help. Not like the had been previously, though. “You know, easier to transport, but a little more time consuming. I hope I didn’t ruin it.”

[doconfessions-blog]

“The fight between Titania and Honora was incredibly badass.” 

[targetshq]

When both of her blows landed right on target, leaving Titania proud of herself when Honora seemed taken aback by a surge of sharp pain due to her own hits, Titania was ready to lunge forwards once more. The fighting ground was extremely even and Titania knew that if she was to make any significant differences in performance appear, she had to attack now that she was already on a streak. Titania was scanning for openings, for any areas that she could aim her next blow at, and had decided on Honora’s legs when she caught the other girl behaving in an awfully unusual manner.

She was fumbling with the belt of rope in her midsection for a second, and the next events were a blur. First, there was a sudden flash of silver in front of her blue irises that startled her, accompanied by pressure against her chest. She had barely made a connection between the colour of the foreign object and a mental list of possible materials when she linked it to the metal of a small blade that Honora had kept concealed among the folds of her clothing. Then there was a sharp pain in her shoulder that made her teeth grit, and looking downwards, Titania saw a thin path of red trailing down the skin of her shoulder– blood.

The events suddenly made sense when she hesitated to process what had just happened. Honora had kept a blade hidden in her clothes during the whole fight, and now that both of them had been weakened, she had made a cut and surely intended on going for another. Titania could faintly register loud voices in the background, some outraged, some praising Honora, and it awakened a drive that had been dormant in Titania ever since she could no longer fight without risking her life. She gently touched her shoulder, and the smell and warmth of the red liquid made her muscles coil, ready to lunge in a feline-like way towards the girl that had turned to stone upon seeing the effects of her own actions.

With a cry, Titania threw her whole body at Honora in a tackle to knock her to the floor. There, Titania’s mind was clouded by the scarlet fog of rage that made her straddle Honora to keep her locked in place throw a seemingly neverending amount of punches at the black-haired girl’s face, throat, chest, any part of her body that Titania could see in her state of rage at nearly losing the fight because the other girl had decided to cheat. As she held Honora down and threw the punches, Titania’s lips spewed curse words after curse words at Honora, using any foul adjective that she could think of.

[4xhonora]

     The hesitation caused by guilt had cost Honora the fight, and she found herself unable to breath as the wind was knocked out of her, the floor coming up with a thud against her spin. It was a miracle her head hadn’t cracked against the floor, but with the punches coming fast and strong, she knew she was beat. Still trying to find her breath again, Honora’s arms went up to cover her face, eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of blind fury. Her mouth was moving, groans of pain and a couple of curses howled back at Titania, who wasn’t letting up.

     Honora couldn’t even wriggle out from under her, so instead she just screamed, trying to defend herself against Titania’s fists that kept raining down. She felt her right cheek swelling, blood coming now from her lips and a gash above her brow as well as her nose. It hurt, everything hurt, and it took a moment to register the lack of hits once Titania had been pulled from Honora.

     Peacekeepers came to ‘help’ Honora to her feet, more or less just pulling her back up into a stand. She needed medical attention for her injured nose, maybe stitches above her eye. The fight was over, and Honora had lost. Self-sabotage, really, by going against her instincts. It was embarrassing, disheartening, and now she just wanted to sleep until the next horror of these end days came to greet her. 

    Being ushered past Titania, Honora locked her gaze on the face of the victor. It was clear this girl was strong, furious, and it would have been in her best interest to part ways with some chance of not making her an enemy. Instead, Honora leaned slightly beside her, spitting blood down at her bare feet with a glare. Then, it was off for medical attention, and Honora let her face finally screw up in pain with the eyes of the other tributes off of her for the first time in hours. 

[targetshq]

Titania muttered a curse under her breath when her blow to the throat was fruitless, but her kick made contact against Honora’s side, and the effects were visible, even if it was for a second before she composed herself once again. The other girl was fast, much faster than most of the people that Titania had been made to fight against, and she immediately knew that it would put her at a disadvantage, meaning that when she did manage to find the chance to throw a punch, her technique had to be flawless.

The girl refused to hold back on her strength. If she was not fast enough to have the chance to throw a series of quick hits, she had to be precise enough to make sure they counted. She managed to block the fist coming towards her face, and caught sight of the one heading for her own stomach quickly enough to bring her knee up to knock the fist off its course, Honora’s hand brushing her side instead. Titania’s lack of clothing had ended up leaving her flesh exposed, a target for Honora’s punches, but she noticed that at least she could rid her mind of any worries other than the significant pairs of eyes that felt as if they were glued to her body.

Titania had feared that Honora would think of her speed as a strength and use it against her, and so she did, by landing blow after blow on several areas of her body. They were too quick to block, and due to the directions alternating, Titania only managed to dodge two or three of the punches that came near the end. With her adrenaline now at its peak, Titania felt the need to win more than at any other point since the beginning of the fight, and despite knowing how much the blows would ache when she was recovering from the fight, Titania was alert and ready when Honora lunged forwards with her hands outstretched, ready to grab on to Titania. The blue-eyed female raised an arm and forcefully batted away Honora’s in the hopes to not only protect herself from a further blow, but knock her off balance, and she moved backwards in time to miss the impact of the other’s knee. Not a second after Honora’s attempted blow, Titania retaliated by throwing her strength into a punch aimed at Honora’s nose, with the goal of fracturing or breaking it, and lunged forwards to aim her own elbow at a target she’d missed before: the throat. While her attacks weren’t as quick, Titania put as much strength as she could muster into each blow, and hoped that they would be effective in weakening her rival.

[4xhonora]

     The ache in her knuckles and wrists told Honora that she was doing good, enough of a confidence booster to imagine the win she wanted so badly as possible. Even the hard hit to the nose and the taste of blood that followed moments afterwards wasn’t enough to make Honora admit defeat, though the almost dodged throat jab might have done it. It was fortunate that she’d grown up with brothers -- Honora knew the feeling of a nice whack to the wind pipe, and it didn’t set her back as much as the throbbing pain in her nose. 

     Still feeling like a victory was possible, Honora backed up while defending any more blows after that one to her throat. A hand slid to the butter knife hidden in her rope belt, slightly loosened by the kick a few minutes before. It was dirty, unfair, and not Honora’s style at all. Titania, however, was ready to come again, and Honora knew she had to move quick if she wanted to seal in her win. Concentration was harder now, her nose demanding attention with sharp pain. She’d succumb to the knife, but only because it wasn’t sharp. Minimal damage, more of a shock factor than anything, Honora hoped.

    Taking two large steps forward, Honora slid the knife out, using her forearm to press hard into Titania’s chest. She brought the knife up in front of Titania’s eyes, a flash of bright silver before Honora was dragging it down hard against the bare shoulder, only covered by the thin bra strap. Despite it being dull, Honora put as much of her strength into it, eyes watching the cut open. At the sight of blood, she hesitated, not bringing down the knife again as she had planned when grabbing it. She did nothing. Honora had froze, eyes on the cut, knuckles white as she gripped the knife. “No. Oh, my God.”

[targetshq]

Titania was anxious for the fight to begin. The tension between her and the other could have been sliced through with the smooth blade of a butter knife, the audience silent around the two of them. Her blue irises quickly flickered from Honora, to the Peacekeeper standing by both of them, to the other tributes and finally to the Capitolite in a cycle of expectant eyes and hushed comments. Her eyes even briefly settled on a pair of Capitolites shaking hands and pointing things out about the two girls– making bets, Titania assumed.

With her eyes busy lingering on everyone else’s every breath, Titania missed the signal that commenced the fighting, and only registered that this had happened when she saw an elbow quickly approaching her cheek. She tried her best to dodge, but it did manage to land on its target, despite it landing with less force than Honora probably meant it to, and make the blue-eyed female take a step back on reflex. The girl was clever, Titania noted as she waited for the next blow to come. Thinking of a strategy was being harder than it had been in each of her previous fights– after all, during the rebellion, her instructions had always been to knock any possible threats unconscious or hurt them enough to keep them from chasing after her, hopefully without any kills.

Titania’s eyes had settled on Honora, and after having already received a hit for being stupid enough not to devote her entire attention to her opponent, she knew that it was best not to look away from her until her opponent was lying on the floor, unable to further defend herself. Titania had noted the fact that Honora went for an elbow hit, and regarded it as a very intelligent action, due to the strength that they, along with knees, possessed. As soon as Titania thought she saw an opening, she went in for the blows. She threw a punch at her opponent’s seemingly unprotected throat. However, Titania knew that her body strength was not exceptional, but merely a bit above decent for a former rebel. Her arms were weaker than her legs, due to her lack of effort in strengthening them. A gun in her hands was enough to fight with at the time, but now, her hands were balled into fists and in a desperate attempt to do something productive, she quickly shifted her position and aimed a kick at Honora’s abdomen. Keeping her movements quick and as precise as possible was all Titania could think of doing in order to secure a much needed victory, a victory that she needed to prove herself as a threat not only to Honora, but to all other tributes.

[4xhonora]

     Adrenaline had began to pump into Honora, and she felt her feet falling into the familiar formation of defensive posture. She saw the throw to her throat before it landed, managing to lean back and dodge it just by a small fraction of an inch. Titania wasn’t holding back, and Honora hadn’t quite recovered from the dodge when the kick came swiftly up into her stomach. The candy and drink from earlier jumped into her throat, and Honora swallowed hard to keep the bile down. She was out of practice, out of shape when it came to fighting. What Honora had on her side was just the strength, now that most of her tactic had faded. 

    Coming forward once more, Honora let her fist out towards Titania’s face once more, a fake out. Without making contact, her other fist came in towards the opponent's stomach, hard and quick with force if it made impact. From there, a small series of quick blows came in alternating destinations, Honora breathing her air out in short gasps with each hit. 

     It felt a little too familiar, it felt a little too safe to be doing this. She didn’t want to hurt the other girl, and hadn’t meant to throw as much force in her most recent hits as they’d been given. The hunger for a win had startled her, and with one last motion, Honora made a grab for Titania’s shoulders, aiming her knee up and out into the brunette’s rib cage. Breath coming heavy now, and several decorations from her ensemble scattering the floor, Honora shuffled backwards, away. It was time to regroup, take a moment from those seconds of rapid fire. Access, then proceed. 

[silviadanby-blog]

Silvia watched with wide eyes and a wider smile, her mouth dropping to let a laugh escape. “You like it? Of all the things I expected you to say about it, that wasn’t even on the list! You have to try the pink one next, that’s what Di told me.” 

[4xhonora]

     Who knew that Honora had a sweet tooth? Too many years of salt soaked food and dried seaweed as dessert must have opened up her taste palette for accommodations. Reaching for a pink one, Honora took a nibble, nodding once more. “Even better. She’s not the brightest, but she sure knows the Capitol.”