How we think the fight will go
Kelsier let out a low whistle as he glanced around the arena, a wry smile notching the corners of his mouth. The forests outside District 12. Plenty of trees—and no useable metal that he could see. “You chose well, Hawthorne,” he said, uncapping a vial and downing the contents. “It seems that you’re not as bland as everyone makes you out to be.” Kelsier narrowed his gaze on Gale.
Across the field, Gale pulled his hands out from his coat pocket and crossed his arms, silently annoyed by Kelsier’s good attitude, but still thankful he won the coin toss to choose the location. He couldn’t use any of the weapons he had created during the rebellion—too much metal—but he could use his knowledge of the enemy and strategize. He reached for a wooden quiver. “I’ve done my research,” he muttered. And maybe I missed this place…
Kelsier interrupted Gale’s thoughts. “I’ve done my research as well.”
The Allomancer burned tin. It didn’t take much, and with his enhanced vision he was able to figure out where Gale had hidden his snares based on the way the wind was catching, and where the ground was disturbed . So much for the master hunter. “It’s not a hunt if I know where your traps are.”
Gale hadn’t counted on that. Fine—he’d figure out another way. Gale fired a warning arrow that shot past Kelsier’s ear.
“Hawthorne,” Kelsier drawled, “I hear that famous District 12 tribute can outshoot you. Katniss, right?”
Gale flinched as he reached for the next arrow. Next time, he’d shoot to kill. “Stop that.”
“No? What about the other winner? What was his name? Peeta, I think?”
“I said stop!”
The Allomancer was surprised at how little zinc he had to burn to rile Gale’s thoughts. He increased the flare as much as he could.
“She made her choice!” An arrow zoomed past Kelsier, a foot to the right.
Another. “I made my choice!”
Another. “The Rebellion! The fight!”
Kelsier let the zinc flare die down. He understood rebellion. But the fight wasn’t over yet. “What did Katniss think—”
Gale, frustrated by his emotions, and even more angry at his inability to dampen them, let everything fly. Arrow after arrow zoomed through the air, rendered aimless by Gale’s fury. Missing their target, again and again. Soon the ground next to Kelsier was littered with ineffective shots.
Kelsier only had to dodge once.
The Allomancer zeroed in on the one thing he’d been ignoring since the beginning of the match—the blue line in his vision that led straight to Gale’s heart. Flaring iron, he pulled as hard as he could on the object.
Gale felt the jerk on his jacket as he flew through the air, led by some invisible chain. It took him a fleeting moment to recognize what Kelsier was doing, his fingers scrambling to the inside of his coat—
Kelsier’s obsidian blade pierced Gale’s stomach.
“Too easy,” Kelsier sighed, wrenching the blade out of lifeless Gale, and wiping the bloody mess on his pants. The body fell in a heap on the ground.
“I figure I’d give you a head start, considering you were handicapped. And you said you did your homework, yet you still wore metal. What was so important that you had to risk death?” Kelsier said as he bent over and unpinned the metal object from inside Gale’s coat. With a gloved finger, he wiped the blood off, and revealed the piece—an iron replica of the famed mockingjay pin. The symbol of what he loved.
Kelsier pinned the mockingjay on Gale’s jacket, this time on the front for everyone to see.
Predicted Winner: Kelsier
NOTE: THIS MATCH ENDS ON THURSDAY, MARCH 8th, 2012, AT 5 PM, EST
Kelsier image courtesy of Chris McGrath and Tor Books. Gale Hawthorne image courtesy of Scholastic Books
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