If she was his tribute, and he was watching from the mentor's little posh viewing pad, he's cheer her sass. Even if it was dangerous sass.

But he wasn't, and it just set his defense mechanism into over drive. He didn't quite it the apple as he swung up, sense still dulled out by the lingering morphling in his system.

But the swing of his own piece of wood was heavy and fast, and heading straight towards her.