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KoolaidKing
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Eric stepped into the arena and watched the other tributes practice. He saw some girl throwing knives, a girl and a boy practicing archery, and some girl clumsily holding a sword. Eric scanned and decided to head to the girl near the swords. He could tell she would be easy prey, but his conscience was screaming at him. He didn't look a hero, more like a hoodlum if you saw him on the streets, but he was a good person inside. He sighed and resigned himself to the fact that he WOULD help the girl, and she most likely WOULD slow him down, but.... he didn't care. He stepped forwards, flashing a halfhearted grin. 'Hey.... You're going to stab yourself if you hold your blade that way." He cursed himself as soon as the words left his mouth. He had never had good social skills and this wouldn't help. She'd probably think he was crazy. Despite this he stepped closer, and moved her hands to the way they were supposed to be. He then turned to the rack and picked out a promising looking sword. He hefted it and swung it a few times. District 11 wasn't known for anything like axes or something, but he'd always had fascination with blades, especially swords. From hard farm work, he had developed a strong upper body. Using farm implements he'd taught himself how to use a spear (A broken hoe handle) and a sword (a rusty sickle). He scratched his scraggly beard and peered at the young blonde girl. He turned quickly and looked at the other tributes again. He saw two guys at a station and he KNEW he should've gone to another person. But she looked so vulnerable. He sighed again. He was stuck with her, and who knows? She might know a thing or two. His mother had always taught him not to underestimate anyone.