Something glints out of the corner of his eye in the darkness, the light from the screen catching and reflecting on the clothing of another tribute in the theatre.

Before he even turns towards it the Soldier pulls out one of his hunting knives and hurls it where the other is lurking with his right hand. A second later and he's pivoted to face the target and charging forwards, too experienced to assume the first attack will have done the job. It was more to throw whoever it was off balance and give him an easier opening in the follow up.

The carbine stays on his back this time as he pulls a serrated blade from his belt in anticipation of the kill.