"Enobaria?"

My past mentor doesn't respond with words. Instead she grabs my hand forcefully. I try pulling away but she only grips my wrist tighter.

I am not really surprised that the female Victor with razor sharp teeth is here in Thirteen. She's always had a rebellious side that came with her vicious and aggressive character. It just startles me to see her walking down the hallway towards me. I hadn't heard any news of her recently.

She drags me through Thirteen, ignoring the looks the two of us together receive. She doesn't speak, even as she brings me into one of the training rooms already occupied.

This is not a beginner class. The people in this class are strong and well-built. They're training to be soldiers.

The sight of the fierce Enobaria dragging a reluctant Isabelle the Heartbreaker into the room has gained the attention of a majority of them, including Gale Hawthorne. He has a scowl on his face but this time it seems I'm not the main reason for it. If anything, he looks a little concerned, maybe even for my sake. He stands across from a confused Finnick Odair.

Enobaria tugs me once more, this time throwing me to the floor in the center of the room. When I look up at her, I am glaring. "What the f*** are you doing," I practically spit.

"You can stop with the attitude," she says.

"What attitude," I bite out.

"Isabelle, I was your mentor. I taught you how to be like that. You're not fooling me."

I just give her a hard stare.

"Coin made you an offer," she states.

"Yeah, what's it to you?"

"You declined."

"Yeah."

"That was stupid."

I move to get up and leave the room, but she kicks me back down. Hard. I pretty much growl at her.

"Oh, stop acting like a child."

The thing is, Enobaria and I actually get along pretty well, given the people we are. She's always been like a crazy aunt, the one you are forced to be around and sort of like but don't like at the same time. She helped me survive the Games. I have some respect for her somewhere deep down.

"You piss me off," she says.

Deep, deep down.

I sigh. "What do you want, Enobaria?"

"You've always been different from the other kids from Two. When I met you, you were against the Games. You disliked fighting. But you still trained hard because you were a survivor. You wanted to live. Now, we're here in District Thirteen. You have a chance to take down the Capitol. Katniss Everdeen is fighting for all the things that you would. But you're sitting on your ass, doing nothing but being a brat."

"I've been training."

"With a class that's doing stuff that twelve year-old kids at the Academy do."

I glare at her, knowing she has a huge point.

She only raises an eyebrow at me. "You should stop with that act. There's no need to convince anyone here. The Games are over."

"You know they're really never over."

"True, but this isn't the Arena. It's a different game. You have to learn to play it."

I am quiet.

"You're not helping them or yourself."

"What?" I barely manage the word, knowing exactly what she's referring to.

"Do you think they'd be happy for you? Do you think they'd want you to be living this way?"

I don't respond.

"You're not doing him a favor either. Refusing to get along with Everdeen won't change anything. He's dead."

That's when I spring up from the floor, aiming a punch at her jaw.

She catches my fist, then pulls me forward. Her arms move to put me in a headlock but I elbow her in the stomach and step away from her before she can do that.

When I turn back to face her, she is already throwing a punch. I lean backward just enough to miss it. I barely regain my balance in time to shift my head left and dodge another punch.

Then it is my turn.

I send a kick to her stomach. She jumps back so that it doesn't really hurt her. It only causes her to stagger back a little.

You think I'd have an advantage with that last move, but the next two punches I throw don't land.

I keep sending them at her. It's not enough though. She keeps dodging them. I feel myself getting tired. I am slowing down.

Enobaria and I have similar fighting styles. We are of the same strength and build. We rely on our speed and agility. The only difference used to be her aggressiveness and my stamina.

That was before.

Now I can feel the toll that has been taken on my fighting for not having trained properly for the past few months.

Enobaria knows this. She lets me tire myself out and when I take a little too much time to take in a breath, she uses it to her advantage. My punch comes in a tad bit slow. Just enough time for her to turn away from me, grab my arm, and flip me over.

I hit the ground hard, the air getting completely knocked out of my lungs. I don't get a chance to catch my breath either. She flips me over onto my stomach and digs her knee into my lower back. One hand grabs my wrist to pull my arm behind me painfully. Her elbow puts pressure on the back of my neck.

"You're weak," she says in my ear. "Weaker than when you entered the Games."

I squirm as much as I can, but she holds my arm behind my back in a grip that makes moving only hurt me. I growl in frustration.

"You're acting just as reckless as he was," Enobaria says, pushing me into the floor harder. "Why do you think he didn't make it out? He was too forward, too arrogant with his actions."

Her words just make me struggle more. It proves useless though.

"What do you want Enobaria," I ask, frustrated and furious. My voice is loud. "Really? What do you want from me?! Why do this? In front of all these people?"

"If you want revenge against Snow, you're going to have to grow up and let things go. You're never going to beat the Capitol like this."