Prompt Two: Anger
"That was decent. You let your guard down though. You were lucky."
Brutus's words reverberate through her being. Decent. Lucky. She wasn't lucky. She was angry. Top of twenty four is more than decent. Victor of the Hunger Games is a title that requires more than luck to earn.
"Like you could do better. I still won. And I came out less injured than you did." Enobaria's words are a challenge. Truthful though. The scar running down one side of Brutus's face was proof of that. He thought he was so amazing just because he won the Games four years ago and was the most recent District 2 victor. Apart from her.
Brutus slams her against the glass. "At least I had a weapon," he growls. "Your teeth? That's just desperate and barbaric. You weren't prepared for these Games. You're too weak."
"Stronger than everybody else!" she shouted, shoving him off her. He was never just pleased with an achievement. It was always "throw faster! More accurate! My great grandmother could throw a knife better and she's blind!"
"Not strong enough. Weaker than me."
He is so calm about this. A sharp contrast to her anger.
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