Behind them, as Guy and Venus popped free, the trap slowed with a low, rumbling grind of gears. It stopped, a tangle of sharp gleaming edges, and shining strikes of blood where they'd taken pieces of them as they fought their way through, and then began to move again, the walls crawling back.

Readying for the next unfortunate tributes to stumble into the web.

Shaking his head at it - at the Capitol, her citizens, eating this up - he turned to the others.

"Anybody off bad?" he asked, looking between Guy and Venus, both with dark, red stains blooming under their uniforms. "The kit don't look like much, but we might have somethin' to help."