Not happy with what little he'd managed to take from the Cornucopia, Alex decided to risk going back that night to see if anything was left. He very much doubted it. The last person to leave the battle (alive) probably took everything. He wouldn't know until he tried, and in this environment, he needed all the supplies he could get.

The quiver of arrows over his shoulder, and one clutched in his gloved hand, Alex found his way back to the silver horn as the Death announcements appeared in the sky. Recognizing a couple of the faces, he sword under his breath. He'd considered trying to make an alliance this Arena, and there went two of the people on his very short list.

"Bugger."

A clunk a little ways off alerted him that he wasn't the only one who'd come back to the Cornucopia.