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"
He
's
got
some
kind
of
body
armor
!
"
I
shout
to
Peeta
.
Just
in
time
,
too
,
because
Cato
is
upon
us
.
I
brace
myself
,
but
he
rockets
right
between
us
with
no
attempt
to
check
his
speed
.
I
can
tell
from
his
panting
,
the
sweat
pouring
off
his
purplish
face
,
that
he
's
been
running
hard
a
long
time
.
Not
toward
us
.
From
something
.
But
what
?
My
eyes
scan
the
woods
just
in
time
to
see
the
first
creature
leap
onto
the
plain
.
As
I
'm
turning
away
,
I
see
another
half
dozen
join
it
.
Then
I
am
stumbling
blindly
after
Cato
with
no
thought
of
anything
but
to
save
myself
.
Muttations
.
No
question
about
it
.
I
've
never
seen
these
mutts
,
but
they
're
no
natural-born
animals
.
They
resemble
huge
wolves
,
but
what
wolf
lands
and
then
balances
easily
on
its
hind
legs
?
What
wolf
waves
the
rest
of
the
pack
forward
with
its
front
paw
as
though
it
had
a
wrist
?
These
things
I
can
see
at
a
distance
.
Up
close
,
I
'm
sure
their
more
menacing
attributes
will
be
revealed
.
Cato
has
made
a
beeline
for
the
Cornucopia
,
and
without
question
I
follow
him
.
If
he
thinks
it
's
the
safest
place
,
who
am
I
to
argue
?
Besides
,
even
if
I
could
make
it
to
the
trees
,
it
would
be
impossible
for
Peeta
to
outrun
them
on
that
leg
-
Peeta
!
My
hands
have
just
landed
on
the
metal
at
the
pointed
tail
of
the
Cornucopia
when
I
remember
I
'm
part
of
a
team
.
He
's
about
fifteen
yards
behind
me
,
hobbling
as
fast
as
he
can
,
but
the
mutts
are
closing
in
on
him
fast
.
I
send
an
arrow
into
the
pack
and
one
goes
down
,
but
there
are
plenty
to
take
its
place
.
Peeta
's
waving
me
up
the
horn
,
"
Go
,
Katniss
!
Go
!
"
He
's
right
.
I
ca
n't
protect
either
of
us
on
the
ground
.
I
start
climbing
,
scaling
the
Cornucopia
on
my
hands
and
feet
.
The
pure
gold
surface
has
been
designed
to
resemble
the
woven
horn
that
we
fill
at
harvest
,
so
there
are
little
ridges
and
seams
to
get
a
decent
hold
on
.
But
after
a
day
in
the
arena
sun
,
the
metal
feels
hot
enough
to
blister
my
hands
.
Cato
lies
on
his
side
at
the
very
top
of
the
horn
,
twenty
feet
above
the
ground
,
gasping
to
catch
his
breath
as
he
gags
over
the
edge
.
Now
's
my
chance
to
finish
him
off
.
I
stop
midway
up
the
horn
and
load
another
arrow
,
but
just
as
I
'm
about
to
let
it
fly
,
I
hear
Peeta
cry
out
.
I
twist
around
and
see
he
's
just
reached
the
tail
,
and
the
mutts
are
right
on
his
heels
.
"
Climb
!
"
I
yell
.
Peeta
starts
up
hampered
by
not
only
the
leg
but
the
knife
in
his
hand
.
I
shoot
my
arrow
down
the
throat
of
the
first
mutt
that
places
its
paws
on
the
metal
.
As
it
dies
the
creature
lashes
out
,
inadvertently
opening
gashes
on
a
few
of
its
companions
.
That
's
when
I
get
a
look
at
the
claws
.
Four
inches
and
clearly
razor-sharp
.
