I slowly saunter over, whistling to myself nonchalantly, and flip one of the trainers on his back. I then laugh, as if it was a joke, and he gets up.
"You're good." He says, raising an eyebrow. "Care to actually fight me?"
"Challenge accepted." I say, and attempt a left-right-uppercut but he dodges all of them, so I barely nick his ear with my knuckle. I continue to throw punches, and dodge a few of his, before we've barely hurt each other although we're both exhausted. I look around and to my deep pleasure I see a few tributes looking at me in fear. "Keena Minor, District Two." I say, smirking, flipping back my auburn hair, and sauntering over to another station.
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