After slashing away another irritating bunch of thorns, Kain pauses. He could have sworn he heard something... or someone. He remains where he is for a moment, listening intently. Soon enough he sees two figures through the tangled vines and thorns. It had always been a matter of time before he came across other tributes- looks like the time has come now.

There's no way to know whether or not it's someone he can trust. In the arena, he tends to assume not. It's also too late to avoid being seen... so he hefts his spear in hand and prepares for a potential confrontation. This arena has its differences, though, and he's not going to hold back this time. If anything, he'd be doing someone a favor by giving them a swift end. "So be it..." he mumbles to himself.