protect, defend, destroy { python } - blitz

He was grateful for the leniency of the Gamemaking staff. Instead of confining himself to another laboratory he could once again return to training tributes. He supposed it would be a little strange, witnessing a previous Gamemaker interacting with tributes and flipping them onto their backs for practice, but it was his favorite job. It was also much less stressful. They needed a break from last year’s chaos, not that he wasn’t proud of the outcome. Atticus would adjust well, or he would have to pretend to.

Dressed in a tank top and breathable workout pants, he lingered by the self-defense station with an open bottle of water. He had heard rumors that this year’s arena was a stretch beyond difficult, the terrain being something extremely unique and unattainable elsewhere. It intrigued him. Old arenas such as the hour glass in the 60th were unique and memorable to the extent that they were deemed legendary. Although he preferred something realistic and simple, a change was exciting. The Games needed a dash of creativity every once in a while.

It also meant that tributes needed to request as much assistance as possible for the optimal learning experience. However, he only received an offer here and there about training. Sometimes they simply requested advice. He would help anyone in any way he could. That was his job, after all.

He turned around and found a girl waiting for him. The district seven female tribute, to be precise. ”Yes?”