who needs h o n o r {arrows} /blitz

[attr="class","shadow"]Amelina Fournié

Sweat gently dripped down the corner of her face in rhythm with her breathing. Each breath merited another movement from a drop until it fell of the side of her chin and replaced it with another. As her heart beat slowed, she moved off of the trainer she had pinned to the floor after a few short minutes of flailing gracefully in a dance of limbs and attacks.

A hint of a grin rests on her slightly red face as she pants out, "I win again, It's not like you're even trying to win." The capitol trained trainer pushes her off himself and pushes himself into a standing position, trying to mask his anger, ignoring her again. Apparently the trainers weren't supposed to interact with tributes in such a jovial and light hearted manner. They were only meant to help train the tributes in whatever combat the trainer specialized in.

She sighs, exaggerating a roll of her eyes, walking away to take a breather.

"Hey," she says as she steps off the mat with a grin as she sees the girl standing nearby. "If you want a turn, go ahead. He's been a killjoy all day, though. Just warning you." She lets out a small laugh, her face still shining with perspiration.