The Hunger Games: The Cry of Temperance

[TTC] Training Sequence

The training center was astounding– having never been seen on the live television feeds up until the last day before the Games.

Its definition had been erected up from stone-cut borders, presumably from the masons down by District Two. As for the ground, it was smoothed to a reflective plateau but surprisingly held enough friction for the tributes to not have slipped around. Along this flat, there had been steps that led up to different stationary sections that were divided in accordance to the essentialities in the Games.

Stations such as survivalism and snaring were intriguing, but unpopular as most tributes had stepped away from this particular station as there were more that might have proven more helpful in respect to the actual confrontation of dealing with the other contenders.

Most other tributes found themselves sharpening their practice in stations otherwise. The careers typically did this, often every year– where they would find themselves around the weaponry stations. Close quarters, combat that required getting up close as they were taught in their respective districts. The hand by which they did this– startled the other tributes, especially seeing with the experience that placed all others at a disadvantage.

Tributes often found themselves preparing with their combative skills– careers often found themselves with longer blades, the showier ones that often scared off other tributes. In past years, some tributes hadn't much experience with these types of weaponry– but that never shunned other tributes away from them.

The case still remains the same here– only the fact that most of these Careers aren't as ill-prepped as believed.

Hayyan stanced himself, as his blade flicked through the air, the swishing sound bouncing off in front of him as the training dummy's head had separated smoothly off the rest of its body. Jumping forward at another dummy as the blade had lodged its recurve underneath the dip of its chin before pulling it back out, only to jab it so swiftly into its midriff that it sunk through cleanly. Smitty remained where she stood as she honed in her breathing before pressing the curved blade's handle, as its blunt end swiped off the left of her neck, as she dove downwards, grappling the dummy's arm with the sickle as it cut through before she slipped it away.

Beau held a longsword, one that seemed a bit heavier for his stature. It was obvious that he hadn't held a sword of this great weight before, but he had some experience given his hand's placement along the blade. He attempted one-hand striking, and then attempted with both hands– as the blade had occasionally dug straight into the dummy, while sometimes it just simply grazed it. All the while, the sound of snapping had caught the attention of most tributes– Charloette's gaze, though appearing seemingly afraid when she had first approached the Capitol– had been pinpointed on the targets in front of her, as the snap back of the crossbow she used echoed across the center.

A three-pronged spear dug itself directly between the chin and sternum of the unlucky dummy whose whole body was thrown to the ground, before Zion had ripped the trident out of its body. His shoe pressed on the dummy, as he looked over at the other weaponry stations to find his district partner.

..Though, not all tributes were afraid of the Careers. At least, not in terms of the combative aspect of the Games.

An exuberant shout within earshot had startled tributes all around her, sweat glistening from her skin as her ax had been hacked off the two dummies behind her– and swung quickly in an arc– as its blade had erupted in the head of the dummy ahead of her, collapsing as its body had fallen apart from the height it had been thrown at. Kiana's body rising and falling as she breathed hoarse through her teeth. Chip was lifting these medicine balls, curling them in his hands before spinning around– throwing them at an array of dummies, knocking them over as he collected his breath, shaking out its soreness as he moved over, collecting the thrown ax and the medicine balls altogether.