cato hadn't even spared you - a district 4 - a glance during training. so, it had surprised you when the build boy had hauled himself over to save you the moment you had been tackled to the ground in the bloodbath. you had thanked him when he had turned away to different battles, and grabbed a spare backpack that had been left by a injured tribute.

the shouts and ringing of your ears almost drowned out the sound of loud grunting. you were just beginning to jog off when you saw cato with a knife near his throat. needing some help, it seemed. and as much as you would've loved to guarantee your life by running off, you had a debt to pay.

so, you turned back around and grabbed a spear from the ground, and ran over. it was quick, and the boy that had nearly taken cato's life was gone. you helped cato, and moments later, turned to each other's back and fought off any tributes who came close. like a dance of sorts, at ease with each others moves.

"tribute on the right," cato's gruff voice alerted you, just as a girl from perhaps district 7 came running over. you both turned, cato grasping his sword as you alerted him of the boy - a district 5 - coming from the opposite direction. you were now face to face with said district 5.

"you can do it, c'mon dove." he grumbled, voice having a hint of smugness in it while he wasted no time fighting the district 7 girl with his sword. making a clash noise when her axe came in contact with his sword.