David nearly bit off his own tongue trying to keep from shouting out at the sudden, searing pain. He didn't want to give this bitch the satisfaction, but fuck, that really fucking hurt. The jagged end of her spear pierced the skin of his thigh and went deep enough to hit bone. He stumbled forward, breathing in and out sharply, grunting under his breath as he tried to see past the pain. His grip briefly loosened on the machete as he caught himself before he fell over, bent forward with hands gripping his knees to maintain some balance.
Like it or not, she was going to kill him, and as much as he hated her stupid, smug face, he hated being here more. In some ways, she was doing him a favor, especially now that he was wounded. Even if he succeeded in killing her first, he wouldn't last long in the arena with a leg injury. He didn't validate her claims by acknowledging he had any siblings, though he did have a sister. David spared her a brief thought before retraining his focus back on the bitch that was going to kill him. He really hoped Hannah wasn't watching this, but he was sure she was. Everyone in the districts were required to watch the games.
"Yeah?" David winced, barking a short laugh that was darker than he intended. Wasn't much to laugh about anymore. "Don't get your hopes up, sweetheart. If it's not me, someone's gonna kill you in here. Someone's gonna give you exactly what you deserve." With that, he grit his teeth through the pain and moved forward to take one last swing at her. Even if it didn't land, at least he'd have gone down fighting.