That was over quick. Neeshka wasn't going to go up against an axe, no way, no how. She gave a little squeak and broke off pursuit. She all but tripped over another of those bags, and recovered just enough to snatch it and roll back to her feet.

By then Eliot was past her and gone. Thank the gods. Time to scram, herself: one of the bigger Tributes was headed her way, and she didn't want to see what he was going to do to her. She made like a rabbit for the trees, herself.