Clint's been pretty done with this Arena since the second it started. Already wounded, robbed of a run at the Cornucopia -- although really, that was the better option -- and stuck in a costume that really didn't offer many advantages, it was clearly destined to be great. But he's managed, as he always has, as he always will.
Which really just means he probably jinxed himself, if this was any indication. Luckily, Clint's managed to avoid the bees, though the bats take chunks out of him where they can and that's not helping one bit. He knee threatens to go out from underneath him, and the sight of shelter ahead is one he's going to take. Even if it doesn't work out exactly how he planned.
He isn't, however, expecting to bust through the doors, dodging bats and trackerjackers, to find Sam and one of the trolls pinned down. Nor, really, does he have the full picture. But Sam's got sparks flying over him, arm up, electricity crackling around the other tribute.
"Sam!" Clint skids to a stop, dodges a bat aiming for his face, and shoots at the troll. Not aiming to kill, but to distract, to throw him off guard, just enough to grab his partner and go.
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Which really just means he probably jinxed himself, if this was any indication. Luckily, Clint's managed to avoid the bees, though the bats take chunks out of him where they can and that's not helping one bit. He knee threatens to go out from underneath him, and the sight of shelter ahead is one he's going to take. Even if it doesn't work out exactly how he planned.
He isn't, however, expecting to bust through the doors, dodging bats and trackerjackers, to find Sam and one of the trolls pinned down. Nor, really, does he have the full picture. But Sam's got sparks flying over him, arm up, electricity crackling around the other tribute.
"Sam!" Clint skids to a stop, dodges a bat aiming for his face, and shoots at the troll. Not aiming to kill, but to distract, to throw him off guard, just enough to grab his partner and go.