ember felt like he was going to throw up. the feeling of the ground beneath him rocking instantly made him dizzy, made his legs shake, made him feel his breakfast moving around in his stomach.
he looked around him, trying to distract himself from that awful feeling. he saw royce, demelza, finley, the people he had interacted with in the tribute tower now supposed to be his foes instead of his friends. he didn’t like that, he didn’t want to hurt someone he liked.
when the countdown stopped, he ran for something that happened to be right in front of him. it was a small sword, sort of like the one that cashmere had shown him how to use in training, not as small as a dagger but not big enough for him to feel uncomfortable. it was perfect, but there was someone else’s hands on it too.
“excuse me,” he asked, yelling over the sound of fighting. “could i have this, please?” // starter for @swntiwnt
