It's one thing that the Careers aren't known for. They are known for winning, for being brutal and cruel, for putting on a good show, for running in a pack. But although they are all trained, and all trained in the same kinds of things, there's never been ever attempt to make them fight the same as far as any style is concerned. And that means that whatever grace and beauty they bring, it's all up to the individual.
Finnick is beautiful when he fights, but then, he's the most graceful person she's ever known. Ran, Four's youngest victor, is efficient, brutally so. There's an elegance to be had in that, yes, but it's far more subjective. Ran is impatient, channels her anger, and it shows. Annie has seen herself in the bloodbath of the 70th Hunger Games, and she could see that she'd been fast, mean, darting in and out because she'd been one of the shortest on the field. That's how the Careers were taught, if there was a common link. In hand-to-hand, be ruthless until they can get their hands onto the weapons.
The people here, when they practice, fight nothing like that. There are styles she thinks she's picking out, in the times she's drifted through the gym, but the movements are graceful against the empty air, not unlike when learning the steps to a dance. And this man is no exception. A bit more graceful than others, even.
So, Annie watches. She holds the staff against her, hand loose around it, and watches the movements of his limbs, trying to predict the end of the movement, trying to analyse purpose and skill.
Analysing to the point that when he stops, she's still standing there, head ever so slightly tilted and her green eyes dark with thought.
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It's one thing that the Careers aren't known for. They are known for winning, for being brutal and cruel, for putting on a good show, for running in a pack. But although they are all trained, and all trained in the same kinds of things, there's never been ever attempt to make them fight the same as far as any style is concerned. And that means that whatever grace and beauty they bring, it's all up to the individual.
Finnick is beautiful when he fights, but then, he's the most graceful person she's ever known. Ran, Four's youngest victor, is efficient, brutally so. There's an elegance to be had in that, yes, but it's far more subjective. Ran is impatient, channels her anger, and it shows. Annie has seen herself in the bloodbath of the 70th Hunger Games, and she could see that she'd been fast, mean, darting in and out because she'd been one of the shortest on the field. That's how the Careers were taught, if there was a common link. In hand-to-hand, be ruthless until they can get their hands onto the weapons.
The people here, when they practice, fight nothing like that. There are styles she thinks she's picking out, in the times she's drifted through the gym, but the movements are graceful against the empty air, not unlike when learning the steps to a dance. And this man is no exception. A bit more graceful than others, even.
So, Annie watches. She holds the staff against her, hand loose around it, and watches the movements of his limbs, trying to predict the end of the movement, trying to analyse purpose and skill.
Analysing to the point that when he stops, she's still standing there, head ever so slightly tilted and her green eyes dark with thought.