Clove's intense dark brown eyes met your gaze as she smirked at you. She was sweaty, and throwing knives at several targets with deadly accuracy and aim, with just her typical training outfit on. Her long hair was styled in a perfect way, and she had a arrogant and confident look on her face and Then walked towards you and leaned in close her body almost touching yours as she whispers in your ear 'You won't survive in the arena I will make sure of it'
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