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"For a moment we're frozen, sizing each other up, our weapons, our skill. Then Finnick suddenly grins. 'Lucky thing we're allies. Right?' Sensing a trap, I'm about to let my arrow fly, hoping it finds his hert before the trident impales me, when he shifts his hand and something on his wrist catching the sunlight. A solid-gold bangle patterned with flames. The same one I remember on Haymitch's wrist the morning I began training." -Catching Fire, page 270