I retrieve my second axe from the belt fastened around my waist. Raven has two swords, her's and Ashton's. I approach her so quickly she has no time to think about a move. I shove her to the ground and send an axe to her stomach. She rolls out of the way, and I slice her leg. She stands up but falls to the ground immediately. I foolishly stand over her, and she kicks me with her good leg. I fly back into the snow. How am I bleeding? Does she have spikes on her boots? The cuts are deep, but I stand up despising the pain. She successfully stands, but as soon as she takes another step I tackle her to the ground. She drops a sword, leaving one in her hand. I stomp on her hand and she screams. She picks up the fallen sword with her non-dominate hand. I smash my axe into her stomach, and punch her with my handle. Boom.
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The 62nd Annual Hunger Games
Fanfic{All rights go to Suzanne Collins} Faith is your average fifteen year old girl from district ten. Her bright spirit belongs to her family, at least up until the reapings for the sixty-second annual hunger games. The odds may not be exactly in her fa...
