[Clove grabs at the collar of her shirt, lifts her head as if to bang it against Katniss' own. Every instinct and every sensation blazes to life. She tilts her head in avoidance just as time, allows herself to fall back on her back. Then she's pushing again, flipping Clove over and sending the two girls tumbling in the now muddy grass for dominance.
Again and again they roll. She feels the dirt slick her wings, the pain once again when she forgets to flatten them on impact. Like earlier, any pain is only momentarily registered. She's lost in the fight, in the struggle for life and death. Sorrows over Peeta's departure are forgotten, anger at the Malnosso dismissed. There's only this fight, there's only Clove.
She could try and reach for an arrow, use it as the other girl would a knife. It could give her an unexpected advantage. It's been over a year since Katniss last fought Clove. She thinks she's learned more in the time since. Time spent in Thirteen's training had not been for null. She thinks she's become harder to kill. But there's no reason to be arrogant, no reason to underestimate the other girl. She remembers how close Clove had once gotten. Remembers what would have happened if not for Thresh.
Katniss scrambles for a better hold, pushing down on Clove's upper body again, trying to use her knees to pin her lower. But she's not a close-combat fighter. She's better at long range, better with her bow. Her wings ache and this time, rather than ignore, she takes inspiration. Letting go with one hand, she tries to reach behind Clove, tries to grab at the multicolored feathers. Pain. As much pain as she can cause. That'd be a good start.]
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Again and again they roll. She feels the dirt slick her wings, the pain once again when she forgets to flatten them on impact. Like earlier, any pain is only momentarily registered. She's lost in the fight, in the struggle for life and death. Sorrows over Peeta's departure are forgotten, anger at the Malnosso dismissed. There's only this fight, there's only Clove.
She could try and reach for an arrow, use it as the other girl would a knife. It could give her an unexpected advantage. It's been over a year since Katniss last fought Clove. She thinks she's learned more in the time since. Time spent in Thirteen's training had not been for null. She thinks she's become harder to kill. But there's no reason to be arrogant, no reason to underestimate the other girl. She remembers how close Clove had once gotten. Remembers what would have happened if not for Thresh.
Katniss scrambles for a better hold, pushing down on Clove's upper body again, trying to use her knees to pin her lower. But she's not a close-combat fighter. She's better at long range, better with her bow. Her wings ache and this time, rather than ignore, she takes inspiration. Letting go with one hand, she tries to reach behind Clove, tries to grab at the multicolored feathers. Pain. As much pain as she can cause. That'd be a good start.]