A Reaver in action is a terrifying thing. That's by design, in part. Intimidate the enemy, scare them into making a mistake. But he'd be lying if he said that's all it was, tactics. The truth is always uglier than that.

He's prying his weapon loose from the last of them when he notices the squawler under Katniss's boot. Hefting his weapon onto his shoulder, he nods curtly in her direction before slowly dropping to a knee. The pain in that leg is an old one, and he ignores it.

"That doesn't look so good. But you made out better than your friends back there. You want to start talking now, the Nightingale's agents might go easier on you."

A lie, but he barely blinks.

Truth is always uglier.