Sable believed he absolutely would have destroyed her had he had all his limbs. He was a victor, after all, one of the shining stars of District One. Now though, she had the upper hand. And Brighton would be ruthless.
"I won't go easy on you just because you have a crutch," she told him, though she wished she could. She wished she didn't have to do any of this.
"I wouldn't want you to go easy on me crutch or not, hell if it weren't for the crutch I would ask if you wanted me blindfolded so you had a fighting chance." He grinned a little, picking up his set of knives from the table, and feeling their weight. They felt good in his grasp and he nodded towards Brighton,
"As the guest here, I'll let you go first."















