Sommero rolled up his sleeves and couldn’t believe how many times his arms been cut.

He swore he dodged the attacks with prominence, but obviously that wasn’t the case. It’s clearly something he has to work on more.

Although Sommero agreed to join the hunger games, he had more of an alliance in mind that could be on his team. Starting with one of the best hand-to-hand combat fighters Jedtheis Chuwonie.

When Sommero saw Jedtheis across the field and shouted his name, he wasn’t expecting for Jedtheis to causally approach, then attempt to swing his hidden blade.

It’s clear what Jedtheis’s mind is set on, too bad Sommero has no way of getting through to him. He didn’t even get a chance to negotiate, since Jedtheis chased him around the woods for hours.

As Sommero finished up wrapping the last few bandages on his arms, he heard footsteps creeping up. Sommero immediately hid behind the trees, covering his panting mouth with his arm. The creepy footsteps were getting louder by a second. His heart beats fast as a cheetah, making him wanna run like one too. Again.

Sommero began moving back, not bothering to look pass the tree to see whom is walking. Too bad luck wasn’t on his side for this game when he accidentally stepped on a stick, giving up his spot.

An arrow immediately grazed past his cheek, following up with a woman zooming around the tree.

“Agellest, wait!” Sommero cried out, quickly recognizing her.

She kicked him into another tree, then released another arrow. Sommero rolled out the way by instinct. He ran in tackling Agellest to the ground and they begin to wrestle. Agellest reached for one her impotent arrows trying to stab him. Sommero caught Agellest’s arm, slamming it down, breaking the arrow on impact.

Frustrations grew within Agellest as she released it with a punch across the face, then jamming her fingers into Sommero’s eyes. While Sommero screams in agony, Agellest escapes from his hold, kicking him in the stomach twice. Sommero caught the third kick, climbed to his feet, then drilled into the tree bark.

Agellest used the tree to lift herself up, using the other foot to kick him once more. Repelling him back in place, Agellest went into her battle stance waiting for him to make a move.

“Stop!” Sommero cried out. “I don’t want to fight you, I want to negotiate.”

Agellest knitted her eyebrow suspiciously.

Sommero dove into his pockets and pulled out money. “Will two thousand dollars help?”