[She has her hunting knife. They're in too close quarters for her to want to throw a knife. It won't have the impact it needs, won't have time to gain momentum. Besides, she wants this.
The feel of the other girl hitting the ground. It's a satisfying experience. And, for a moment, she is afraid. Afraid of something looming behind her. But, this time, she won't wait. She won't mock and taunt and gloat. She'll kill.
Because it's kill or be kill.
Clove is as good as back in the Arena. Twelve has her shoulders, and there's movement. She feels her own back hit the ground, and she throws her body first up -- a head butt if she has to -- then tries to roll as hard as she can to the side. She doesn't have hold of Twelve's shoulders, no. She's settled for a middle area. For grabbing near the collar of her shirt and one clawing for her neck.
As long as she struggles, she can maybe regain the high ground. Keep Twelve against the ground. Contain her. Hold her in place so she could kill her. Like she was supposed to in the Arena.]
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The feel of the other girl hitting the ground. It's a satisfying experience. And, for a moment, she is afraid. Afraid of something looming behind her. But, this time, she won't wait. She won't mock and taunt and gloat. She'll kill.
Because it's kill or be kill.
Clove is as good as back in the Arena. Twelve has her shoulders, and there's movement. She feels her own back hit the ground, and she throws her body first up -- a head butt if she has to -- then tries to roll as hard as she can to the side. She doesn't have hold of Twelve's shoulders, no. She's settled for a middle area. For grabbing near the collar of her shirt and one clawing for her neck.
As long as she struggles, she can maybe regain the high ground. Keep Twelve against the ground. Contain her. Hold her in place so she could kill her. Like she was supposed to in the Arena.]