Clicking Heels [Bryya] Blitzy
May 1, 2012 2:51:07 GMT -5
Post by School is the bane of my life on May 1, 2012 2:51:07 GMT -5
Click , click , click. The heels of my feet went on the smooth sidewalk. It was much too early to be walking to go and train, none the less actually be awake. The sun was just peaking over the land, beaming throughout the big houses and the handful of people awake. My shadow peered in front of me as I headed along. Mocking me that it did not have to do the walking as I slumped ahead.
The backpack on my shoulder held tight as I went into a jog to get to early enough to a training field to get a pick of all the weapons. My favorite weapon is a mace or sword. Close combat was one of the funniest things of watching the hunger games. Range is just annoying because you don’t get to see the close kill that only a mace could do. Bashing their head in, it was a favorite with lots of careers; including me.
I cannot count the times I have rewatched the games, watching the careers every move as they sprinted towards their victim. Most of the time it was a helpless lower district holding up a sword like it was alien to them. Only to be stabbed a minute later, that was the Hunger games. It would be amazing to be in the capitol and watch the games as they unfold. Not be in a district like here where if you don’t get to go you get sad. Like last year, I wanted to go but that girl Avon Lightwood went instead. She proved to be tough but died by the hands of the boy from the same district as her. Reyes, he was tough but Julian was tougher.
A snarl erupted across my face as I felt a hand tap my shoulder. Now who would that be, what would they possibly want from me? I turned around and came face to face with a girl.
“Yes?”
