That countdown was maddening. Almost as much so as his clothing. A cartoon rat costume? Really? They could have at least given him his boots. The sagging crotch could make it difficult to run at his full speed.
But as he stood on his platform, he scanned the area. He could almost see all the Tributes. Including Shion. He hated this, well and truly. He hated this as much as he hated allowing them to be rounded up by No. 6 so they could slip in to the Correctional Facility. Here he was staring death in the face again, and Shion was getting dragged along with him.
At the gong, he was off like a shot. He was going to use his speed to his advantage. Someone tried to get in his way. He vaulted over them like they'd been standing still. He saw what he wanted. That crossbow. Knives were his forte of course, but getting in close quarters would be more deadly here. He lost track of Shion in the fighting. He just hoped he had the good sense to hide somewhere. He probably should have said something to him before the Arena started. But then, they hadn't really any warning, did they?
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But as he stood on his platform, he scanned the area. He could almost see all the Tributes. Including Shion. He hated this, well and truly. He hated this as much as he hated allowing them to be rounded up by No. 6 so they could slip in to the Correctional Facility. Here he was staring death in the face again, and Shion was getting dragged along with him.
At the gong, he was off like a shot. He was going to use his speed to his advantage. Someone tried to get in his way. He vaulted over them like they'd been standing still. He saw what he wanted. That crossbow. Knives were his forte of course, but getting in close quarters would be more deadly here. He lost track of Shion in the fighting. He just hoped he had the good sense to hide somewhere. He probably should have said something to him before the Arena started. But then, they hadn't really any warning, did they?