Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games characters or plots.

This is just a little one off about what could have happened if Cato had lost his temper a little earlier in the games. Please excuse any mistakes, they are all mine and I'll take full responsibility for them, in the meanwhile, please enjoy :)

Katniss looked down from her vantage point, high in the trees, eyes fixated on the gleaming bow, her bow, in Glimmer's hands, Glimmer's incompetent hands. Thunk, an arrow whizzed past her and lodged into the tree trunk behind her. Pulling it out, she waved it in the air teasingly, leering down at them, all the while thinking, 'if I were holding that bow, I could kill you, all of you, right now on the spot, without even breaking a sweat' .Cato growled irritably "Stop it Glimmer, you're useless at that, give it here." Katniss watched on in horror as he proceeded to snatch it from Glimmer's hands and snap it across his leg, severing the string twice for good measure. Her heart dropped to her stomach as she swallowed thickly. Without that bow, her chances of winning had just been reduced greatly. Clenching her fists, she peered down to listen on to the Careers conversation. Cato threw the remains of the bow on the ground and brushed off his hands "New strategy, from now on, stick to your normal weapons, any weapons not needed will be destroyed so no one else besides us can use them, understood?" Cato snaps, the rest of the Career pack grunt back in reply. Glimmer clears her throat and speaks up, sounding more than a little peeved off "What weapon will I have to use now?" Clove flicks a knife in Glimmer's direction, smirking as she jumps back a little when it makes a solid stick into the ground in front of her. "Good, now prepare camp, it'll be cold tonight, and she'll have to come down sooner or later."