Artemis tensed, hearing the crackle of leaves. You are our guard. The four of us will make bombs, and you will kill anyone who comes close. Got it? Katniss had told him. Artemis was jolted out of his memories by the sound of a bow drawing.
"Hello?" He called. There was a twang, and Artemis gasped as an arrow impaled itself in his arm. He dropped his knife, grasping the wound. He felt the hot, sticky liquid dripping down his arm.
"Who-Who are you?" Artemis called weakly.
A figure stepped out of the woods, wearing a dark, hooded cloak and a black T-shirt and jeans. Artemis could barely see the boy's face, but he saw a devilish grin from under the hood. The boy notched another arrow, and pulled back his hood, exposing shoulder-length blonde hair.
Then Emily dropped down to tell Artemis the bomb was ready. Her back was to the boy so she didn't see him, but he saw her. His face got that faraway look that Artemis recognized as "lovesick."
"Emily?" She spun around.
"Oh, it's you, Falcon," She said in a bored tone. Falcon looked hurt.
"Can-Can I join you?" Emily nodded. Katniss leaned down from the tree to see what was going on, and sighed.
"Another one?"