@deathproud
how you can sleep peacefully in an arena of death would be a question on many peoples minds, but you have little fear about the arena. you’ve been training for this your whole life, as have the rest of the careers, there’s no doubts in your mind that you’re safe. but then peaceful sleep is interrupted by screams that you immediately know belong to glimmer, and you’re awake faster than anyone else. tracker jackers. they’re everywhere, first instinct being to flee. you scream as you run, sharp pains all over as they sting. you’re not the fastest, cato and clove pass you pretty quickly and you keep expecting glimmer to pass you as well, but you don’t see her. “glimmer!” risking pain, risking death, you turn back. she’s on the ground, screaming and flailing showing she’s still alive. but there’s a lot of tracker jackers, it’s practically a suicide mission.
and yet you go. you run for her, try to pull her to her feet. but could she really run like this? so instead she’s scooped up, thrown over your shoulder. it’s going to slow you down, you’re not the strongest guy out there, but you’re not leaving her behind. the tracker jackers seem more focused on you now - good for glimmer, not so good for you. but you fight through the stings, stumble as fast as you can, your only goal being getting the two of you out of there.
