Finnick's build is strong, powerful, toned by years of weapons training, by a lifetime on sailing boats, hauling ropes and helping with fishing catches, swimming and fishing like the other District Four natives, even apart from the fact that he'd been training for the Games.

The arms going around him make him twist, trying to use his strength to break out, but the grip is strong, strong enough to stir nerves, adrenaline surging to help him escape.

The kick lands hard, even as Finnick jerks his head back to try to avoid the teeth. He twists again, trying to escape the grip, his expression fierce. He'd been expecting a fight to the death, but this creature is toying with him, turning it into a joke.

This isn't a joke.