"Cato! Cato!" I screamed, not really sure why. Was it because I knew I was dying and that little miss fire was hardly going to do anything about it? Maybe because I knew he was the only one who stood a chance against the figure that was pinning me to the ground right now? But in all honesty I knew it was because screaming his name meant I would think of him, rather than my brutal death. And then I heard the pounding of feet on the ground. "Clove!" he yelled fear in his voice almost as much as it had been in mine. Maybe he could make it maybe….
The cannon sounded. She was gone.