One simple mistake is all it takes. Finch could hear the voice of her mentor in her head as Cato stared her down. Even if you do everything perfectly up to that point, one misstep and it's all over.

Dismayed, Finch looked over at Cato. She should have seen this coming. No, Finch corrected herself, I did see this coming.

Cato seemed vaguely confused for a split second, but then a wide, toothy grin spread across his face.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he smirked. "Must be my lucky day."

As he said this, Cato took a step forward. Finch stumbled backwards, but quickly regained her footing and stared back at the menace in front of her.

The rainfall began to ease up a bit, and, though it was still falling in sheets, Finch could clearly see the face of a pitiless killer in front of her. She realized with horror that the rain was letting up so that the cameras could get a good shot of this scene.

Cato laughed in a low grunting sneer as he stepped around a gnarled stump. He seemed to be amused at his quarry's failure to even attempt an escape. He was in no hurry; he knew he had the kill.

Just one mistake, one wrong step. That's all it takes. The words of her mentor flashed through her head again, chastising her.

That was when she saw it, and a plan began to formulate in her head.

Instead of fleeing, which she knew would be pointless, Finch held eye contact with Cato. However, she also kept an eye on his feet in her peripheral view.

She took two calculated steps backwards and one to her right. Cato stalked forward in response.

He continued his banter, pleased that the gamemakers had given him this opportunity, but Finch was not really paying attention to it. She was focused on the task at hand.

She took a small step to her left as she backed up. Just give me two more steps, she thought. That's all I need.

In that moment, however, he attacked.

Cato lunged forward and swung his sword, but as he did, there was a distinctive snap and twang. The snare trap caught around his ankle and yanked upward.

Finch smiled her distinctive sly grin. Gotcha.

It did not throw him completely off balance, but it had unsteadied him enough that his swing missed. Barely.

Shocked, Cato yelled with rage as Finch turned, planted her feet in the mud and bolted. She glanced back for a split second to see Cato hastily trying to yank his foot out of the snare trap, but it was refusing to let go.

Finch muttered a silent thanks to the girl from District 12. The trap was very well made, she had to give her that.

Finch knew that it was only temporary, though. Cato would soon enough slice through the snare with his sword and be well on her heels. She only had a few seconds head start, but that was all she needed. Sprinting through the undergrowth, she already had a plan.