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Fwip, thunk! Fwip, thunk! Fwip thunk! It's incredible how she does it. Knife after knife finding the bullseye in any target she wants to hit. I watch as they sail through the air, and lodge themselves in. Others watch, jealousy radiating off them that can be felt on the other side of the room. They try to copy her technique, but all in vain. Their knives can't seem to hit any target. They scowel at her, but if she notices, she doesn't show it. Even from here, you can see the sweat dripping like rain from her forehead and her brown eyes show no mercy, inanimate target or not.
"Hunter, shouldn't you be training? With a sword?" I notice the shadow of Coach Grey loom above me, his unforgiving eyes upon me. I swallow and nod. Even if the Coach asks you a question, you never answer unless you want fifty press ups.
I glace at her once more, and begin to train myself. I cut, hack and lash out with my heavy iron weapon, slicing off the limbs of the training dummies. By the end, one of them has no head, another has both arms missing and my sword through its heart and the final one has fallen over due to the loss of both legs.
It's then that Coach Grey calls for the end of the day and dismisses girl with the knives puts down her weapons and grins maniacally at the targets she hit. She walks off swiftly, leaving me staring at a dummy with a knife in its heart.
I jump as Ryan Davis taps me on the shoulder bringing me back to my senses. Andrew Flint is carrying the head of the dummy I attacked. I ask Andrew to know how the head got to the archery station, but he just grins. Ryan swings his axe around for a while, before saying goodbye and leaving me on my own with some fighting dummies and my thoughts.
That girl was amazing. If she's ever in the Games, I know she will be formidable. The one to beat.
She never misses.
And I don't even know her name.