At the sealing of the discs all stood frozen for a moment then in the next second the world was a blur of movement, each combatant making a break for the center. The cornucopia and its bounty glowing in the light.
The fastest reaching it first a moment of relief showing on thier face, but then the rest catch up and the fighting begins. Marcus holds back allowing the frenzy to sort itself, picking up a fallen branch he eyes the different packs and weapons seeing where each are headed. There, one is sneaking off with two packs and a bow and arrows a large knife can be seen poking out of one of the packs.
He moves to follow speeding up as he goes, the noise of the fighting is dieing down and he can still see the cornucopia. This means others will soon be in trees looking for him. Picking up the pace he tracks the... girl... his first good look at her. She's hid herself in a tight stand of trees hoping to limit her being seen and if she is limiting access.
These trees are not large and can be bulled through but its thick and the time it would take would give a talented fighter to much time. Quietly sliding inbetween the trees to close the gap before rushing other shouts can be heard in the distance, she looks up toward the largest gap in the stand nervous, afraid.
Not a good time to get stage fright, she fumbles slightly with the bow drawing it up and aiming at the gap waiting. Marcus is well within the trees and hidden, he decides to watch her for a few minutes, after a time she relaxes and sets the bow before her and starts sifting through the packs. Marcus takes a few more slow paces towards her now only a few small trees remain between him and his prize.
Rushing in, not giving her a chance to react he bowls her over rolling her to the far side of the stand. Keeping his eyes on her Marcus leans down and picks up the knife, "This is not a place for you, make your peace with whatever god you worship. I promise to make it quick and hopefully painless." The will to live overrides her senses she lets out a gutteral scream and charges, Marcus lashes out with the branch which she ducks under it but she missed the knife and it lodged in her chest.
Dropping the branch and holding her head Marcus lays her down slowly, placing his hand on her chest he pulls out the knife, "I told you was going to make it quick, you should've listened." She is coughing up blood now, Marcus moves around behind her head cradles it then with a firm quick twist breaks her neck. She goes limp, she's dead and no longer in pain. Moving aside and laying her head in the grass he closes her eyes, and crosses her arms across her chest covering the wound. Marcus then silently goes through the last rites common to his district. At the last he touches two fingers to his forehead then to hers. He then turns collects all the gear and moves away from the stand to locate another hiding place.