strength in numbers [svet/johnny]

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svet had walked near the strength station for just a moment to see what it was like. svet might not look like it right away, but she could carry her own weight easily on her shoulder. there were many times when she had to help her father carry some heavy animal more often than not. sure, it wasnt easy, but she had realized how much easier things got once she had built up on her muscles. chopping down trees were almost effortless, slicing through animal carcasses had very little resistance, and overall, her quality of life was just better.

one of the boys from six had caught her attention though. it looked like he was trying to build up his own strength, however, he was focusing on the hard plates rather than lifting the medicine balls onto his shoulder and walking around with them. svet had walked onto the floor, ignoring the careers that had been doing far too much in her opinion and began to observe the boy a little more closely. svet did not laugh, even though it did seem like he wasnt using a whole ton of weight plates on either side of the bar.

svet knew that he could probably do more, anyone could if they worked towards it of course. however, they did have a short time here, and svet would understand if he did not want to waste his time on this one station. however, maybe he too was good at a lot of things already, and so he just wanted to work on things that he felt not prepared for.

thats when she noticed that the bar was starting to push against his arms as he lifted it. the trainer had walked away from him, like he was trying to teach the boy from six a lesson. svet had moved closer, this time standing over the boy from six and looking down at him. right when the bar was about to fall on him, svet extended her hand and used her strength to lift it back up to the bar and put it in the resting position. "need a spotter?" svet offered to him, knowing well that she could at least offer a couple tips and tricks if it was important to him.

to be quite clear, svet knew that she was probably being nicer to most of the tributes, she knew that once they got into the arena it was no mercy. a queen can be courteous when necessary, and this was just one of those times.

how else would anyone follow her into battle.