Jayden
Jayden glared at Katniss for a moment, his hazel gaze still alight with anger. He was perplexed, confused. He honestly didn't know whether to kill them all now and get it over with. Of course, if he had to, he would kill Katniss first. It was the smart thing to do, with her bow and arrows, as well as her training score. Next, would come the girl from the bushes, because unlike Anthony she actually had a weapon. Then, lastly, Anthony. It would be quick, Jayden wouldn't feel as much regret as he would have knowing them. It would just take a throw or two of his spear and he would be finished.
But he did no such thing. He needed allies, whether he liked it or not. He planned on going home to his family, and nothing would stop him. Not even his own stubbornness. "Fine" He managed to growl before heading off into the bushes, completely ignoring Anthony's plead to give him an hours start. Was he stupid? This was the Games, a place to survive and to kill. Jayden wouldn't give him time to run away before he tried to kill him. But, of course, he wouldn't kill the boy. He would be an okay ally, and maybe that girl with the sword would too. He didn't know.
Walking far enough to be out of ear shot, Jayden turned around to face Katniss. "What?"