[She still expects Thresh. She expects the huge boy to grab her. To kill her again.
But that's not her concern, she reminds herself. She watches Twelve touch her wound, and she sees her chance.
A slim, slim chance, but Clove takes it. Rather than trying to roll the girl over, she attempts throwing herself up. The throwing knife is left in the mud. She doesn't need it right now, and she has others. Rather, she grabs for Twelve's shoulder and throat, seeking to topple the other girl that way.
Impractical... but unexpected. If she can get the edge, pin the girl. She can finish what she started in the Arena. This time -- fast and quietly.
Spill the blood she should have had. Take the kill she should have made. Prove to Twelve that she was stronger.]
action;
But that's not her concern, she reminds herself. She watches Twelve touch her wound, and she sees her chance.
A slim, slim chance, but Clove takes it. Rather than trying to roll the girl over, she attempts throwing herself up. The throwing knife is left in the mud. She doesn't need it right now, and she has others. Rather, she grabs for Twelve's shoulder and throat, seeking to topple the other girl that way.
Impractical... but unexpected. If she can get the edge, pin the girl. She can finish what she started in the Arena. This time -- fast and quietly.
Spill the blood she should have had. Take the kill she should have made. Prove to Twelve that she was stronger.]