AN: For shipping week at Caesar's Palace. Cato/Clove
She holds her knife all wrong. He hates that she lodges it dead center of the target with a sloppy technique.
She would pinch and scratch him to get out of a kimura hold instead of following proper instructions.
If she would just shut her damn mouth for a minute and listen, she might survive the first two minutes.
When an 11 flashes on the screen, something changes in her eyes: a mix of jealousy, confusion, anger, awe and fiery hatred. Knuckles turn white as she grips the hilt.
He won't mind if she fights by his side tomorrow.