Neeshka was still out of sorts. Between hardly sleeping, fretting over the possibility of painful death and potential discomfort like last arena, and the fight with Wyatt weighing on her mind, she was most definitely not at her best this morning.

Still, she was quick, and she relied on that. She made a mad dash for the Cornucopia, sending snow flying and with her tail lashing about behind her for balance, and the bow that had served her so well last time. If only she could get that, she could be all right, even without stupid Wyatt.