[Clove leads the way, heading out of the Battle Dome and toward the forest. Once they reach the treeline, her movements change. Her posture stops being quite so straight. She half crouches, and her steps get lighter. Like a predator on the hunt.
That she's all of eighteen and the man with her has a couple decades on her doesn't matter. She takes the lead with a sense of purpose. Someone who knows exactly what she's doing and where she's going.]
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That she's all of eighteen and the man with her has a couple decades on her doesn't matter. She takes the lead with a sense of purpose. Someone who knows exactly what she's doing and where she's going.]