Cato and Clove are sharing the night watch duty, although it's much easier with only Marvel and (mostly) timid competitors left.
Cato whispers, "I want 12 dead."
Clove nods. "I'll do it."
"You had a chance," Cato gripes. "Should have taken her out at the Cornucopia. You had her in plain sight."
"She's tricky," Clove hisses. She pauses. "Hunt her and then break the alliance? Or break the alliance and then hunt her?"
Cato pulls out his sword. "Say the word and he's gone." He gestures to Marvel.
"No," Clove shakes her head. "Too easy. Tomorrow. We'll finish him then."
