User blog comment:FHT/The 2nd FHT Hunger Games/@comment-5113836-20120517235905/@comment-5113836-20120518002019

Here's the private training session thing. In advance, I'm going to apologize for my lack of writing skills. Also, sorry if it's too long:

I walked into the private training session room and tried to look confident. I needed to do good. I sighed, and walked up to them.

"I'm Eva Thorne from District 1," I said, trying to look relaxed. They nodded their approval for me to start, and that's exactly what I did. Ahead of time I decided I'd go to the dummy section that was laid out on the side of the room. I picked up an ax, sword, and two small daggers, which would be good for throwing. I shoved the sword and small daggers in the holster on my belt; they'd be easy to grab there. Then, I walked into the middle of the circle and examined the dummies.

About eight dummies formed a circle around me. I glanced at the game makers to make sure they were watching me. One gave a small nod, motioning me to start. I waited another second, and sprang into action. Now or never, I thought.

I spun around and jumped forward at the first pair of dummies and sliced their heads clean off with the ax. Then, I jumped over to another dummy and sliced through it. It wasn't a critical hit, but if the dummy was real, it would have been a very serious injury. Next to show off my other skills, I dropped the ax and took out the sword. I ran to the next dummy, and slashed at it mutiple times.

 As quick as I could, because I knew I should be moving as fast as possible, I twisted and sprung on the next dummy. By now I was getting tired, and with two dummies left untouched, I took the two daggers out. With one in each hand, I spun and threw each dagger at a dummy. One of the daggers lodged itself right above where the heard would be, and I started to smile. But then I noticed the other dagger had barely touched the last dummy. The dagger was on the floor; it had just grazed the dummy's leg.

 Cursing myself under the breath, I turned to face the game makers. They looked quite shocked, though I was angry at myself because I thought I could do better. No, I knew I could do better. I looked up at the game makers one last time, and exited the room.