Deceived: The 500th Annual Hunger Games

Chapter 79 - Private Training/Scores

JARRETT CANNERY'S P.O.V

The last time this year. Thank god.

Because we need these over sooner than later, we cut a day away from training. We already know the most of the pre-victors have little chance.

Kip stands by me, a remote in his hand. "Feel like Ranunculus deserves pain?" He asks, his finger hovering over the 'electrocute' button.

"Go for it," I say, my sadistic side take over. The three of us are sick, twisted. I'm ashamed of myself sometimes.

First in is Septimus. The order will be pre victors, followed by new tributes, district by district, ending with Cynder.

Septimus picks up his trusty dadao sword - still used by him. I'm surprised no one else has attempted to master the narrow sword.

"Three dummies," his voice, low and intense, sends shivers down my spine. His eyepatch slips slightly, revealing the flesh of his empty socket.

Kip can't help but gag - his reflux is too strong. Three dummies are set up and Septimus get straight to work.

One holds a sword, one had a crossbow and the last one has a trident.

His sword swings around in the air, blocking the other sword; the clashing of metal fills the air where Septimus' cries of victory don't.

Soon, the sword is impaling the other dummy - the blade sits in the heart of the robot; it bleeds out the fake blood it has.

Septimus then targets the dummy with the crossbow, knowing that the arrows it fires could be a problem. From observance, I know Septimus isn't into fighting people with long ranged weapons.

Septimus backflips away from the soaring arrow, throws his sword and immediately charges for the trident wielding dummy, not bothering to check to see how crossbow dummy is doing.

That's because his judgement is excellent.

He knows that his sword is sticking out of a corpse. Now, he picks up the first dummy's sword as he pins the remaining dummy down by sitting on its chest.

The sword swings through the dummy's neck, decapitating it in one fellow swoop.

He can have an 11 from me. His skill is brilliant, but I can tell he's blinded by revenge - Roxen was dear to him.

Chester enters next, patting Septimus on the back as the older boy strides out of the room.

Chester picks up his usual throwing knives, placing the heavier ones on his belt and grasping the lighter ones. The lighter it is, the more accuracy. The heavy ones produce more damage.

Chester then requests two dummies and a bunch of moving targets. As they're set up, he throws his knives at the loitering objects in the room. A warm up.

His first knife hits the centre of the target before they've reached full speed. He does t stop to catch any breath, he just carries on throwing.

Boom, the two dummies come to life. One holds a spear, the other holds a dagger.

His knife hits the next target, missing the centre by two millimetres or so. He then turns to face the nearer dummy, the one with the spear, and throws a heavier knife he drew from his belt.

The knife slices at the neck of the dummy just as it throws its spear. Chester dodges it by diving to the left; he throws another knife, hitting a lower target in the dead centre.

The dummy with the dagger tried to slice at Chester. Chester sinks to the floor and kicks at the dummy's padded legs, bringing it down with him.

Chester doesn't throw the knife, seeing as they aren't even a metre apart. He simply drives the knife over the neck of the dummy, covering himself in the rank blood of the dummy.