This is Pruna's third arena, she knows what to expect. She knows not to ask too many questions because no one will answer her. She gets dressed quickly, the clothes aren't too bad though she frowns at the boots. They tell her to keep them on, she grumbles and vows to take them off once she is safe.

There is grass everywhere, actually even once the pod locks in place all she can see is grass, and if she looked up she could see the heads of the nearest tributes through the grass. They probably couldn't see her. That was an advantage.

She took in the sights, took in what she could. Watched the Cornucopia, calculated if it was worth going for. She figured it was, the terrain was to her advantage and last arena she wouldn't have gotten so far without her initial haul.

3

She stood ready, knowing not to move until it hit zero. She wished she knew if Sandy was here, they told her she would be put in once she woke up, but no one would tell her how she was.

2

She glanced from left to right, taking a deep breath

1

Looking forwards, eye on her destination, ready to run.

0

She left her platform at a dash, heading towards the supplies, ready to fight for them.