Unafraid II Cato & Katniss II kittykatnipp starter
Cato pushed through the double doors of the training room, he blinked as the sun caught in his eyes. He was the first person there but he hated being late and he was eager to see what he was coming up against this year. Though from what he had seen there would be little to no competition. He sighed, slightly disappointed with the idea of the games being too easy. While he waited he picked up a spear, throwing it directly into the center of the bulls eye. He absent mindedly tossed another spear, the two pieces of wood glancing off of each other with a loud thud. As he glanced about the training room he found that all eyes were on him as the room slowly began to fill with the other tributes. But why stop now, it was far more assuming to watch the mixed looks of shock and horror overtake their faces as they watched his simple movements.
Cato viewed the other tributes as merely a stepping stone towards his victors crown. It was by far much more fun to terrify them long before the games ever started. To prove even further how much more superior he was than they were. He was more than sure that every district knew the sheer bloody panic of going up against a career, but it probably wasn’t until they were face to face with each other that it became apparent who would make it out of the games alive. Whatever mock confidence or bravado they had donned coming into the games had been tossed to the way side now that reality had sunk in and it was grasped how helpless most of the other tributes were in comparison to himself.
Cato let a confident gloating smirk overtake his sharp features. As the other tributes glanced in the careers direction, he could see the fear and anxiety clearly displayed on their faces. He was feared as it should be, not only because he was unparalleled in swords and spears but because in reality he needed neither of them to take a life. Cato was perfectly capable of killing someone with his bare hands with ease. He could just as quickly decapitate someone with a sword as he could snap their neck. Which made him an even greater threat because in almost any scenario imaginable you were dead if you ran into Cato. And from the looks of it the other tributes had become aware of that fact rather quickly.
Cato caught the eye of the only person who didn’t seem afraid of him. It peaked his interest that she didn’t seem to quake before him like so many others had when he caught their eye. He raised an eyebrow towards her smirking as she rolled her eyes at him. Perhaps she would make an interesting venture for him. He despised weakness so the fact that she seemed to have a strength about her at least made him glance her way once or twice.