Neeshka wasn't feeling her best, either. It was one of those subtle things that made her feel like she'd been poisoned or diseased or something, and so something worse was going to creep up on her once she got past the first stages. Too bad there weren't any healing kits or antidote potions in the arenas. She definitely missed those.

She was making it up to herself, though, by killing things. Food sometimes, but mostly people. Or she was trying to, anyway. She'd taken out two people so far, which was pretty awesome and meant money when she got out, but she wanted more. The stream seemed a good place to wait, since people came that way a lot, and there were lots of trees to hide in. Plus, Wyatt wouldn't be far if she needed help.

So when Anna came wandering by, she spotted her quickly from her perch above and across the stream from her. She started slowly and silently fitting an arrow into her bow, sighted carefully, and waited a breath or two until she was sure she had a good shot. While Anna's face was hidden by her shirt, she let loose, aiming for her fellow Tribute's ribs. Puncture a lung, and she'd be quick to take out.