The Hunger Games

“Pranet”, I said.

“Someday you may have to fight me in an arena and I’d like to practice fight you when we’re not trying to kill each other.”

“Do you know the odds of us both being picked?”

“About the same as me wearing a dress.”

He smiled for a second, only a second and said, “Okay but I’m not going full force on you.”

“Good cause neither am I, you’d be dead.”

“Sure I would.”

I swung my sword and had it right on his heart and he looked down and grabbed my wrist pulled it around his head and yanked the sword away from me and throwing it to the side.

Then the horn...