The thought Roland finds himself with, unwillingly, is, The Capitolites are going to love this.
They will.
Well, at least it distracts the creature before it can grab him - except, in its angry flailing, it grabs him anyway, only by an ankle instead of by his face, as it'd probably been intending before the other tribute's little 'attack'. Roland goes very quickly from sprawled on the ground to dangling in the air, and by some miracle as he's being shaken one hand manages to grab hold of the gun, and one of his fingers - keeping the gun very carefully pointed down - manages to pull its trigger.
Blood and bone from the thing's foot spray over Roland's face and his body tilts sideways again as the thing screams and stumbles, taking long, lurching steps in the one direction Roland has so far avoided. If he tilts his head back he can see where the ground ends, and the only thing beyond is empty air.
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They will.
Well, at least it distracts the creature before it can grab him - except, in its angry flailing, it grabs him anyway, only by an ankle instead of by his face, as it'd probably been intending before the other tribute's little 'attack'. Roland goes very quickly from sprawled on the ground to dangling in the air, and by some miracle as he's being shaken one hand manages to grab hold of the gun, and one of his fingers - keeping the gun very carefully pointed down - manages to pull its trigger.
Blood and bone from the thing's foot spray over Roland's face and his body tilts sideways again as the thing screams and stumbles, taking long, lurching steps in the one direction Roland has so far avoided. If he tilts his head back he can see where the ground ends, and the only thing beyond is empty air.