Sell my Soul⇸Finnick Odair [1]

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It was silent as she was left alone, standing there waiting for something to happen, and she has no doubt that Peeta must have said something to urge them into action, encouraging them to hurry just in case, and she waits, hoping for some kind of sign that indicated something was out there instead of just her imagination.

She shifted her grip, twirling her hammer, and before she has time to fully dodge a spear is hurtling towards her - cutting through her left arm, and she cries out, having no choice but to leave the smooth metal in place as Brutus is coming at her, fist flying with a knife in hand. She swings her hammer in a wide arc, creating space between them as she struggles to find a way to remove the spear while keeping him away. Her heart hammering in her chest was a tempo she used to dance out of reach and keep her going, swinging and attacking the best she could when he had the advantage.

Brutus moves in close, a hand grabbing the spear and he shoves her forward, pushing her back, and Terra uses the chance to smash the spikes into his arm sending him spiralling to the side from the strike clutching at the blood. She drops the hammer and grabs at the spear, yanking it free with a grinding of teeth and a scream and takes up her whip instead, slashing at Brutus to keep him away, ugly red lacerations showing on his bare skin, and Terra aims for his neck, trying hard to wrap the silver coil tight.

He grabs it instead, pulling it free from her hands and charges, Terra barely grabs the hammer as she rolls away, landing in a crouch with the familiar weight resting on her knee. She breathes heavy, waiting for him to make a move, but he remains still, watching her, and a shiver runs down her spine.

"Enobaria is tracking your friends right now and once I'm done with you, I'm going to take that hammer and use it to beat in Finnick's chest," Brutus sneered, taunting her, but Terra doesn't move, from her place, never one to be goaded into angry actions and recklessness.

"You can try," she tells him instead and continues to wait in place. "But if I kill you first I will take your head and mount it on your own spear as a gift to your District. Your pretty face for you them to treasure."

His lips curl and she grins at him, teasing, because both were Victors and both dradly dangerous, but she was younger and deceitfully strong, and he was older, losing the physique of his youth and always too big and slow to catch her. It would be hard and taxing, but it'll be worth keepinf her promise - and with the dark bruise forming where she had hit him, she knew he was hurt now, another hit and his arm might very well break if it wasn't aready.

Knees and joints, kidneys and head, the optimum targets for her to aim, but anything would really work well regardless. The spikes hurt and if she pulled a little she was certain it would tear his skin open something ugly.

She watches as his left leg tenses, muscles twitching, and Terra readies, swinging at him the moment his foot left the ground and she continued to push him back. He retaliated with a jab of his spear at her stomach and Terra spun out of the way, pivoting on her feet and backing up as he continued to swipe. He got closer and Terra raised her hammer, targeting the shaft, and swung down, changing his directory, she stepped on the tip and forced it into the ground as much as she could.

He moved with the motion, following his weapon, ans Terra staggered forward, aiming an upper cut with the spikes, but just barely missed as he leaned back to dodge.

Growling, Terra pushed forward and continued her downwards stroke, catching a bared few of the spikes on his chest and dragging it down along the expanse of his torso, smiling ferally as she watches him stagger, crying out and furrowing his brow. She jabbed, hitting him with the blunt end into his solar plexus and charging forward with her weight using the momentum to knock him back. His breath was knocked from him and Terra landed in his stomach with a knee to his stomach.