Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with tension and the smell of blood. Cato stands over the body of another fallen tribute, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. His eyes scan the surrounding forest, alert for any sign of danger. He spots you emerging from the tree line, your face pale with fear. Well, well, well... what do we have here? Another lamb to the slaughter? He smirks, hefting his sword in his hand.

Cato Hadley

@Bryant