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The last days of training passed with minimal disruption. The only thing of note was Katniss's impressive display of her archery skills that had drawn the attention of nearly every tribute present.
Naia had to admit, she had underestimated the girl's skill. She was deadly. In response, Seeder had contacted Haymitch about creating an alliance, on Naia's orders. She hoped it would make her appear more trustworthy to Katniss, but she doubted it would work. It would be much harder to protect the girl if she was intent on killing her.
After the spectacle Johanna had spent the rest of the session complaining about Katniss, her foul language filling Naia's ears relentlessly.
"I mean honestly, she thinks she's Little Miss Priss just because she has a decent shot with an arrow. Newsflash, we can all kill someone a hundred different ways, it doesn't make her special," Johanna complained, sending an axe through the head of a dummy with a huff of frustration.
Naia rolled her eyes, stepping forward to face the target with a throwing knife in her hand. Livia moved toward her, correcting her stance. She'd insisted on teaching Naia a few things before the arena under the guise of Naia being more prepared. She knew Livia just wanted an excuse to touch her in front of Capitol eyes. Their own secret joke.
With her hands on Naia's hips Livia turned to Johanna, an unimpressed expression on her face. "She's just a kid, Jo. She's seventeen, stop attacking her every move."
As she talked Naia felt her heartbeat speed up, unable to pull her focus from how Livia's warm hands felt against her.
"We were all kids, Livia," Johanna waved her off. Despite how flippant her words were they all stilled slightly. It was easy to forget sometimes how young they were when they first murdered another living soul.
Uncomfortable with the tension she had created, Johanna narrowed her eyes on the two girls. "Are you going to stand there all day or do you need Liv to throw it for you as well, Bird," Johanna said, mocking Finnick's nickname.
Naia snapped out of her concentrated state at her words, sorely missing the feeling of Livia's hand when she pulled them away. With a swift movement she sent the blade flying. It landed off centre in the target's head, through the left eye. For a moment the face of the District One girl from her Games flashed in place of the dummy. Naia took a shuddering gasp as the girl's scream echoed in her head. A moment later and she was gone.
"Nice shot," Johanna snorted. "They might lose an eye before they kill you."
Naia ignored her, leaving the girls to the knives and ignoring the disappointed look Livia sent her as she walked away. Instead she focused on the station set up with a beautiful silver katana. That was Naia's weapon. She wielded it like it was an extension of her arm.
