RaCzarina

I sit completely still, mulling over every single way this battle could go, thinking through an answer to any possible response she can give, hoping against hope – against Katniss herself really – that I will be able to win.  My right hip and shoulder are pressed against hers, both our flesh feeling odd, different from normal, thanks to the medicine Haymitch sent us for our acid rain burns.  My eyes scan the edges of the jungle, where the ten-to-eleven-o’clock wave has left everything soaked.  I can even feel the damp seeping through my shorts from the sand under us.  Katniss watches the water out towards the Cornucopia, the