He hardly has the time to fathom what Tom may be doing, nor so much as jump before it's over.

The shock buzzes, no, tears through his fingertips and feet, lunging through Hubert's body in something at least a hundred times worse than any lightning spell he's had the misfortune of enduring. It's quick, it's beyond fast, and after a moment of excruciating pain, his heart stops and Hubert's body is limp.

Charred beyond repair, and even difficult to recognize, he dangles from the stairs until his remains are picked up by the Gamemakers, shotgun clattering and hitting the ground below hard.