Katniss and Peeta vs the careers girls

Katniss lunges forward first, her body colliding with Glimmer's as they grapple for control. The Career girl is strong, her muscles honed from years of training. But Katniss is fueled by adrenaline, by the primal instinct to survive.

They crash to the ground, rolling and thrashing in the mud. Katniss's nails rake across Glimmer's face, drawing blood. Glimmer screams, her hands closing around Katniss's throat.

Katniss gasps for air, her vision blurring at the edges. She can hear Peeta's muffled cries in the background, can feel the splash of water as the brunette careers pack female, Clove, drags him under.

With a burst of strength, Katniss bucks her hips, throwing Glimmer off balance. She scrambles to her feet, her lungs burning as she gulps down air.

Glimmer lunges at her again, a knife glinting in her hand. Katniss dodges, the blade slicing through the air inches from her face.

She searches desperately for a weapon, anything she can use to defend herself. Her eyes land on a fallen branch, its rough bark scraping against her palm as she grips it tightly.

Glimmer advances, her lips curled in a snarl. Katniss swings the branch with all her might, catching the Career girl in the side of the head.

Glimmer crumples to the ground, her body limp and unmoving. Katniss stands over her, her chest heaving, her hands shaking.

She turns towards the river, towards the sound of Peeta's struggles. Clove has him pinned against the bank, her hand wrapped around his throat.

"Peeta!" Katniss screams, her voice hoarse and ragged.

Clove glances up, her eyes narrowing as she takes in Katniss's disheveled appearance. She laughs, her grip on Peeta's throat tightening. “Your little boy toy here is so weak!”

Katniss gets up and begins to run through the shallow water; charging toward Clove, the brunette however is taken out by a massive ****, coming in from the side of the bank. Its one of male of the careers pack, Marvel, he knocks her off her feet.

Katniss's eyes flutter open, her head pounding with pain. She blinks, trying to clear the fog from her vision. The world spins, tilting and swaying as she struggles to stay conscious. She can hear the sound of footsteps, the harsh laughter of the Careers as they circle her like vultures.

Through the haze of pain, she sees Clove dragging Peeta's limp form towards the riverbank. His head lolls to the side, his eyes fluttering closed as Clove's fingers dig into his arm.

Katniss tries to move, to crawl towards them, but her body won't cooperate. It's like she's trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up, unable to save the ones she loves.

Marvel looms over her, his boot pressing down on her chest. He leans in close, his breath hot against her ear.

“Looks like the little birdie is all tuckered out,” he sneers, his voice dripping with cruelty. “Too bad. I was hoping for a bit more of a fight.”

Katniss tries to speak, to curse him, to beg him to stop. But all that comes out is a garbled moan, her tongue thick and heavy in her mouth.

Marvel laughs, a harsh, grating sound that echoes in her ears. He steps back, giving Clove a nod.

“Take him back to the camp,” he orders, jerking his head towards Peeta. “Let's see how long it takes for the little lovebirds to wake up.”

Clove grins, her teeth flashing white in the sunlight. She hauls Peeta over her shoulder, his head dangling dangerously close to the ground.

Darkness closes in, the edges of her vision fading to black. She can feel herself slipping away, her consciousness ebbing like the tide.