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Cato began watching Clove, memorizing her technic, studying her moves, preparing to challenge her. Once he was sure he knew everything about the way she fights and had improved his swordsmanship, hand to hand combat and strength by one level he was ready. So on that day he waited late after training. As usual Clove was unaware of his presence, or was simply ignoring him. Somehow he knew it was the later.

"Hey shorty" he said trying to get her worked up, and it worked. Clove whirled around

"What did you just call me!?" she spat venomously. The look in her eyes would have made anyone else back away, forget this ridiculous plan and go home but not him, Cato Jet was afraid of no one. Cato Jet never backed out of a fight. Instead he stood taller.

"You heard me" he said smirking and Clove narrowed her eyes further. Then to his surprise Clove rolled her eyes and turned away. She then went back to throwing knifes at her targets. Cato scoffed.

"What is this? Is the all mighty Clove giving up?" he taunted. Clove shot him a look almost scary enough to make him shut up. But he kept going, he was going to beat this little pest that everyone seemed to think was the best fighter ever, if it was the last thing he did.

"Call the press! Clove Greenleaf has met her match!" he yelled out to the empty training room. Clove turned around faster then was humanly possible and hit him with a force he never imagined the little girl had in her. He toppled to the floor her feet pinning his hands to his sides and a knife at his throat. This was not going as he planned and he's just beginning to think this was a bad idea. No. He thinks to himself. I am Cato Jet I do not lose a fight ever, especially not to this tiny little girl. He stayed still for a little while longer wanting to hear what she was about to say because he could tell she was about to speak.

"No, I had decided you weren't worth my time." She spat." But if you insist on dying tonight, I suppose I can help." She smiled evilly and it brought shivers down Cato's back. How was this little girl putting so much fear into him? He was twice her size. As Clove idly traced the knife along his throat taunting him he had finally had enough. With all his might he sat up with so much force and speed it sent the girl flying. That's more like it. He thought to himself. Clove growled in a ready stance that highly reminded Cato of a cat. No. Not a cat, a lion. Ready to pounce and kill its prey. Cato had the sudden realization that he was the prey. But this is what he wanted wasn't it? A chance to best her in a fight? Yes, yes it was. But as he stood there looking at this girl the ice cold darkness in her eyes, the stance she stood in, the evil grimace on her face, the glint of the knife in her hand. Then they came, the flashbacks of the night she killed the trainer. She hadn't looked half as crazy as she did now, and she had killed someone that day and he couldn't help think, was he going to die? No I'm Cato Jet and I will win this fight, just like always. He told himself. Then the girl did something he wasn't expecting. She dropped her knife. He looked at her confused, yes the girl could use other weapons but knifes were her weapon of choice. Besides she also wasn't making a break for it to grab different weapon, so what was she playing at? Did she really think she could take him unarmed? No Clove had a different plan, one Cato wouldn't see coming. So she ran at him but this time he was ready for it. She was counting on this and as he went to take her down she wrapped her leg around his waist and twisted sending him flying to the floor. She then sent several kicks to his sides and ribs. He was winded but Cato propped himself up and dodged the next kick and tackled her to the ground pinning her down with his knees. Clove hissed menacingly. Cato simply laughed.

"Little Clovey's finally been beat" he says back to his obnoxious ways smirking at the little girl writhing under him trying to get up. Then she smiled. Little did he know she still had some tricks up her sleeve, or rather in her boot. Though he had her pinned down, she could still move a bit so she stretched her hand as far as she could and bent her knee so her foot was by her hand.

"Shouldn't of dropped your knife eh knife girl?" Cato taunted

"Never" clove replied confusing Cato and at that moment she reached into her boot retrieved a knife and plunged it into Cato's knee. He jumped off her clutching his knee.

"You bitch!" he screamed as blood poured down his leg.

"You should never underestimate me "Clove muttered then went back to target practice but using him as a target, she pulled two more knifes from her boot and threw them simultaneously at him pining him to the wall by his shirt.

"Go back to your room pretty boy." She muttered knowing full well he couldn't. She stalked over to him after picking her knife from earlier up off the floor. "I could kill you right now you know." She stated playing with the knife at his neck. "But I won't" she said in a fake sweet voice. "You see, your life just isn't worth my effort, so" she pulled the knives out of the wall and threw them over her shoulders. Both landed in bulls eyes on targets Clove hadn't even turned to look at.

Cato stood there dumb founded. She never fought like that in class. Never took a knife from her boot never flipped people by using her leg. He was sure. He had watched her, he had been so careful. How did this happen?

"You don't fight like that in class" he muttered. Clove laughed

"You really think I'm stupid enough to give away my secrets Cato? I'm going into the games with one of you guys someday. I don't need you guys knowing how to take me down. So I fight different at training so you guys can't memorize me." She rolled her eyes as he tried to absorb this.

"You're a genius" he said astounded. Clove just laughed.

"Thank you for telling me something I've known for years" she said not turning to face him.

"And modest too" he muttered. Once again clove rolled her eyes.

"Modest people are those who don't know they are awesome" she replied back smirking to herself.

Cato nodded to himself. This girl was different.

"Can I ask how you practice real fighting if all you do at training is fake fighting?" He asked she turned to face him.

"I have a wing of this place. My dorm has a training room in it. Smaller than this one of course but a training room none the less. I even have a trainer that's assigned to me. Well actually I've had like five. " Cato looks confused so Clove adds. "They keep having to replace the ones who don't survive." Cato nods his understanding.

"Now go back to your room" she mutters and continues to throw her knifes at the targets.

"Just one more question" Cato says. Clove sighs tiredly clearly over this conversation.

"Fine" she says turning to look at him.

"How'd you know my name?" he asks. This question takes Clove aback. Had she actually said his name? She vaguely remembers doing so, so it's too late to lie and say she doesn't.

"I know a lot about you actually." She states.

"Like what?" Cato questions. How much could she have heard? She didn't seem like the type of girl to gossip but he was interested to know what she knew about him. Clove began to speak as if she was reciting something.

"Cato Jet age 16. Birthday July 24th. Parents Marry Claire Hatherfield and Joshua Ronnin Jet. Started training age 8. Blonde hair, blue eyes, 6 foot 4, volunteering for the 74th annual hunger games, excels in swordsmanship and hand to hand combat, is dreadful with a bow. Entered advanced classes at age 12. Current level in swordsmanship is level 8." She pauses, "should I continue?"

Cato shakes his head. "How do you know all that stuff?" he asks. Even he didn't know his parent's names.

"I've read your file" she states as if there is nothing wrong with that. "I've read everybody's actually" she smirks. "Know thy enemy better then thy know thy self." She mutters. Then she packs up her knifes and goes to leave. "Tell anybody and I'll skin you alive, got it?" Cato nods if the academy found out she had snuck in and read the files she'd be punished possibly even killed. He wouldn't be a tattle tale but maybe he could use it as black mail. But something told him blackmail wouldn't work with this girl. She'd kill him before he could blackmail her. As she was just about to step out the door he called out "wait!" She turned back to him with an impatient look on her face.

"What?" she asked tired with wasting her time on this boy.

"Can we have a rematch sometime?" He asked. She smirked

"Sure, you should probably wait till you're more my level though." With that she walked out the door. Cato knew he should be mad that she just insulted him but he wasn't. Instead he went and got his sword and started disassembling dummies until he was tired enough to sleep. Then he packed up and went to his dorm.

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