When a shot goes wide, punches a hole in the ground just in front of him, Salem pauses in his attempt to head up to the library in an attempt to locate his sister. He wants to tell her about some of the things he's seen and heard around the hold, to get her opinion on a few of the rumors, pointedly not mention the confrontations or the pretty Ashara girl that had given him her scarf. But now, here he is, staring at the bolt still shaking slightly a few inches from his foot.
He might have thought it was on purpose and reacted accordingly, if he hadn't immediately looked in the direction the arrow had come from and spotted Katniss.
Rather than getting her attention and asking her to watch her shots, Salem does as most anyone that knows him would expect him to: he climbs into the ring himself with his short blade out and a blunted greataxe over his shoulder.
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He might have thought it was on purpose and reacted accordingly, if he hadn't immediately looked in the direction the arrow had come from and spotted Katniss.
Rather than getting her attention and asking her to watch her shots, Salem does as most anyone that knows him would expect him to: he climbs into the ring himself with his short blade out and a blunted greataxe over his shoulder.
"OI."