(okay thanks!)
Spencer looked around the room. There were a few tributes scattered around at a few stations. He made a beeline for the rack that held the spears and swords. First he threw a few spears, hitting his target with precision. He then grabbed a sword a bit longer than the length of his forearm and started practicing with it. After a few minutes he left the sword on the rack and headed for a different station.
Lena held onto the rope for her life. She struggled to climb up the netting. With much difficulty, she finally made it to the top. She pulled herself up onto a ceiling beam and watched the tributes practicing below her. She pulled out a few daggers and balanced herself so she could see the targets. She practiced throwing a few, but instead of aiming at what would be the chest she aimed off to the side, careful to make it look like she was truely awful with throwing knives.







