A/N: I hope you enjoy this one, Foxface is next. Whoo!
D5 Male
With the echoing sound of the gong at the Cornucopia I'm off, whizzing through the trees. I won't grab anything, I'll just run away as if I never was there, they'll never notice I'm gone. I've narrowed down the chance of death considerably with my wise move. Immediate death, that is. I stop momentarily to let my breath catch up with me, panting and gasping for air. And then I'm off again, free on the home run. Or so I think. Because ten seconds later I'm lying on the ground face first in a pool of my own blood. Dead.
