Really not right. He'd been in the arena, then he'd been here, then he'd been attacked and he'd jumped, not to the defensive, but to the attack, because that was what he was coiled to do, here, now, even if it isn't the arena. The killing instinct doesn't lie far beneath the surface of a Hunger Games victor, even if Finnick's had to shape his life and his actions ever so carefully so that the secrets that could destroy him don't spill into the open, but he's not a mindless monster.
Still, conditioning, training, all those things, run deep, twisted by the Games, by the expectation of the arena, and Finnick's not thinking proportionally when he grabs at the creature, ready to try to grapple it to the ground, to punch it out, to break its neck and remove the threat.
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Really not right. He'd been in the arena, then he'd been here, then he'd been attacked and he'd jumped, not to the defensive, but to the attack, because that was what he was coiled to do, here, now, even if it isn't the arena. The killing instinct doesn't lie far beneath the surface of a Hunger Games victor, even if Finnick's had to shape his life and his actions ever so carefully so that the secrets that could destroy him don't spill into the open, but he's not a mindless monster.
Still, conditioning, training, all those things, run deep, twisted by the Games, by the expectation of the arena, and Finnick's not thinking proportionally when he grabs at the creature, ready to try to grapple it to the ground, to punch it out, to break its neck and remove the threat.