As soon as the final wrinkle of this charade became known Rat could barely breathe. But his face was as stony as it ever was prior to an arena. He could almost hear Shion's protest, but he couldn't really think about that now. He had to play to win. Or at least get someone to take him out. Winning too soon had a disadvantage too. Shion wasn't as likely to win on his own. And besides, being trapped in the Capitol wouldn't be good for him.

But by the same token, being a Victor meant he had a bit more freedom to do as he liked. Or so he thought, anyway.

As his pedestal raised into the labyrinth, he couldn't help but smirk. Dedalus would be green with envy. Though he expected that there would be no minotaur in this maze. No, there were likely far worse things. He looked around both sides of the entry point. Bags on one side, weapons on the other. Weapons were the superior choice. He would not tolerate being unarmed. He could always liberate a bag from someone else's care later. He cast his eyes over the weapons. All the blades were far bigger than he was used to, but that machete seemed promising.

At the gong he takes off like a shot, making a beeline for that machete. He's not going to let anyone else beat him to it. The path he chooses after that is one he didn't see anyone go into. But he could very well be hot on someone else's heels.