As the seconds on the timer dwindled down to twenty, Eden was no longer restrained by fear. He knew that he would die if he let apprehension hold him back, so he decided to focus all of his attention on his tactics: getting whatever he could and getting out. The weapons and supplies in the tent were tempting, but he told himself he wouldn't be able to get within five feet before being struck down. The scattered sacks and bags around the tent were more promising. Once the timer read ten, he felt the rush of adrenaline spread throughout his body, giving him nerve and energy.<br/><br/>All of that disappeared when he saw a tribute fall to the ground and explode. That happened only two seconds before the beginning of the Hunger Games.<br/><br/>It took the scream of another fallen tribute to make him realize that the Game had started, for he was just standing there in a stupor. Tearing his eyes away from the bloody remains of the tribute, he jumped off of his platform and darted forward. He halted just as he began running and stared at the dozens of children attacking each other ruthlessly. Eden had seen the same thing before on television time and time again, but it felt so much more real and chaotic when it took place just ten feet from him. He was filled with more awe than anything else, even moreso than fear. It was so surreal to see sensible and sane adolescents were killing without any shread of morality. He felt as if he was gazing upon the brawl of wild animals.<br/><br/>Eden's eyes shifted from one place to th next. A girl tackled another to the ground and began- bludgeoning a kid with a- hysterical boy flung his axe around and into- a girl struggled to get away- from Stark and he punched him in- her face as Galner tried to pull Laetha from the scene. His eyes stopped there and he watched them disappear into the thickets of the forest. No sooner did he look back at the brawl that he was tackled by a tribute. The air was forced out of him once he hit the ground and he looked up just as the tribute brought down his bat upon his head. The pain on his skull and in his head was enough to stun Eden enough for the tribute to hit him again. After that, Eden grabbed the bat and shoved the tribute off of him.<br/><br/>As he tried to get up, the boy regained his balance and struck Eden again on his raised arm. Eden recoiled with a roll away and was finally able to stand up when the tribute attacked him again. He dodged with a jump to the side and gave the guy a firm crack across the face. Once the tribute went down, Eden scrambled away from him but soon tripped over something and tumbled down onto an object. When he got up, he saw that it was a toolbox and took it. He looked back and grabbed the object he tripped over: a spear. After that, he threw himself into the woods.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>The timer reached zero only two seconds after Veen was blown apart. Once the toll sounded, Stark leaped off and beelined for the Cornucopia. Once he gathered enough speed, every step of his feet crushed the ground and projected him forward so fast that it seemed he was flying. He got there first and grabbed the first weapon his hand found, a hatchet. Immediately, he shoved the boxes of supplies back behind him and whirled around to face his opponents. He swung his hatchet at whoever tried to pass him and struck down those weren't quick enough to dodge him.<br/><br/>"Stark!" cried Coren as she approached. He looked over at her as he finished off a boy and saw her fighting off other oncomers beside him using a samurai sword. It was obvious by her smooth but vicious glides that she was not new to the sword. Although she attacked at individual people, her kills were quick enough that she could slice at the tribute right behind her previous kill. Stark smiled, glad that he didn't kill her once she said his name.