CLASH! A sharp sound of metal on metal rings throughout the air and leaves a terrible deafness in my ears allowing me only to hear Cato's furious booming voice.
"you're nothing but a use less coward lover boy, this is the hunger games, not your sissy excuse to run around saving kids, especially one who scored an 11 on…on..twaing."
The boy I know as Cato roared at a slightly smaller boy named peeta , but by the sound of the last bit, the tracker jacker venom had began to seep through his veins. Peeta swiveled knocking the sword from Cato's grasp with his tiny excuse for a knife and began to dizzily trot away. Obviously the venam was effecting peeta too. Cato's eyebrows arched in fury as he drunkly bent down for his sword, pulled back his arm and sent the thing flying, lodging into peetas thigh and ripping down towards his knee. Peeta made a noise as if the world was going to end and with such force I thought his vocal cords would rip. But beside what Cato said Peeta was no coward and began hobbling out of sight while cato lay silent on the ground beside the dead girl glimmer intoxicated by the poison.
