She jumps them

Katniss sees her chance. As the tributes' attention is focused on her exposed breasts, she lunges forward, grabbing Reynold's bow from his loosened grip. In one swift motion, she spins around and knocks the District 3 tribute to the ground with the butt of the bow.

He grunts in surprise and pain, his hands flying to his face. Katniss doesn't hesitate, bringing the bow down hard on his head and knocking him ****.

Reynold curses, scrambling for his fallen bow. But Katniss is too quick, nocking an arrow and aiming it at his chest before he can even reach for the weapon.

“Don't move,” she warns, her voice cold and steady.

Reynold freezes, his hands raised in surrender. Katniss keeps her bow trained on him, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Now, hand over my arrows,” she demands, jerking her head towards the quiver lying on the ground beside the **** District 3 tribute.

Reynold hesitates, but a sharp twitch of Katniss's finger on the bowstring makes him comply. He tosses the quiver at her feet, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You're making a mistake,” he growls, his voice low and menacing. “You think you can take on the whole arena like this?”

Katniss smirks, gathering up her arrows and slinging the quiver over her shoulder. “I've survived worse than you,” she retorts, her tone dismissive. “Now, get out of my sight before I change my mind about letting you live.”

Reynold glares at her, but he knows when he's beaten. He turns and stalks away, disappearing into the trees without another word.

Katniss lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly redresses, fastening her sports bra before putting her to back on. Her attention now turns to the **** boy in front of her, the ringleader who felt her tits up.