Empty Spaces [open]

I'm about to loose another arrow, but the arrival of another prevents me. Out of no where, a young man comes barreling into the area and begins pummeling one of the dogs with his bare hands. It takes only a moment for another dog to attach itself to his back. He's screaming at us, telling us to run. "Get out of here! You don't know what you're dealing with!" I resist the urge to turn and slam my head against a tree. No one attacks a wild dog unarmed! I'm tempted to heed his warning, abandon him and the other two. I don't. I'm not that inhumane. As distrustful as I am, I won't sit by and watch others be slaughtered, especially if I can do something about it. Part of the reason I hate the Capitol. Not only do they starve the districts, but they murder people. Kids. Each and every year. Forcing us to treat it as a holiday. To celebrate the death of friends, family, neighbors. Family. My brother. But I can't mull over that now.

Rose manages to drive off the beast mauling the man's back, nicking it's eye with an arrow, and gets in a lucky hit with heavy chunk of wood. Another arrow of hers sent into a third dog's shoulder. It's done for, the same one I hit. "There's too many!" She cries. Maybe so, but I don't go down without a fight. I send an arrow into the hind leg of the second dog, the one the young man has been pounding at. I don't have a clear shot at a fatal area, he's in my way and I can't risk hitting him, but the injury should give him an edge. I hear sharp sound of fear, and twist around to see the largest of the pack prepared to launch itself at Rose. She'll never reach an arrow in time. I rip an arrow from my quiver and send it flying into the creature's throat.

I reload, with the swiftness of only someone who's been hunting for years, my aim shifting form side to side. Are there more? It's the only though I can form. This was a big pack. Was. Have we managed to take them all out? I'm still not sure. My muscles are tense with anticipation. I realize my right shoulder aches slightly. I definitely landed hard when I dodged that attack. I take a moment to roll it, assessing the damage. It'll be fine, though I should take a day to let it heal. I can't of course, my family would go hungry. My blue and green eyes are still probing the landscape though. If another one of those beasts dares come forward, it won't make it out of here alive.

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outfit: here

The fight is over within moments. Haysel takes out one in a vicious assault, gaining a nasty looking injury in the process. Cautiously, I lower my bow. The fourth arrival took out the last couple. I'm utterly unimpressed, and let it show on my face. He marches up, an arrogant smirk on plastered on his face. This doesn't sit well with me. Generally, I'm a calm person. But another's arrogance can really bring out the fire. "Why did you stay... you idiots..." He speaks slowly, deliberately, as if we are uncooperative children who are being told for the millionth time not to do something. "You have no idea what you're even dealing with out here. You could have gotten killed!" I'm no child, the Seam, my brother's death, has taken that from me. And I don't crap from anyone.

I make a sound somewhere between a snort and a scoff, either way it's an insult. "We stayed," I begin in an unforgiving tone, "to save your sorry ass. No fool in their right mind attacks a pack of wild dogs unarmed." I hear Rose's voice off to one side, but I don't catch what she says. I'm too busy trying to keep my temper in check, but I can tell from her tone she's chewing him out. "And I'm no idiot." Neither are the other two. "If anyone here is an idiot, it's you. Two hunters, a wanderer? I think we could have handled ourselves." I'm not smug, I'm confident in my abilities, yes, but I've been hunting for years! I have no doubt the same factor applies to both Haysel and Rose alike.

"Arrogance,"