Before the period has been placed on his last two words she's sprang from the chair with surprising speed and agility for someone not in the arena and she's plunged her hands into the box of improvised weapons. If this were an actual life or death scenario he probably still could have dodged it...but it was still impressive for a mentor who didn't have to actually train every day in preparation for an arena.

One, two three! Red and black glitter exploded against his chest and forehead like a magicians trick gone sideways and people yelped and scampered in a panic on the misunderstanding that a mentor was attacking a tribute.

Harley's eyes were crackling with energy as she watched the glitter swirl around him clinging to his skin, clothes hair and anything else it could before what's left came to rest on the floor.