Eliot kept running, watching this Tribute out of the corner of his eyes. He wasn't about to let her shoot him in the back but he needed a decent weapon. Unfortunately, she'd slowed him down enough that someone else had had time to grab the machete. He glanced at the remaining weapons in the mouth of the golden monstrosity. There was an ax. It wasn't at all what he'd wanted but it would do. In fact, it might even be more useful than the machete in this arena. He swung the pack onto his shoulders, grabbed the ax and a can that happened to lie next to it, and ran, heading for the forest. He needed to find his brother.