"Maximus," He corrected as he continued to walk towards them. Max was reserved for Wyatt, for his friends. He fell in line beside Wyatt, his heavy gaze still on Hawkeye. He knew what the Capitol said about them, of course, but he also knew that the Capitol said that he slept with a new slave every night so what was gossip? But unlike Wyatt he'd never quite gotten used to the innuendo, and, well, Wyatt was his partner, so why would he deny that?

"Another one they've thrown in first with no warning?" Maximus asked, glancing between them, the spear still ready but he was no longer advancing. He knew the feeling. He had been brought the same way, a long time ago.