Garret lept forward into the icy waters, sucking in an enormous amount of air as he did. The boy was a strong swimmer, and confident that he would be one of the first there. If he could just get there first, he could cut down anybody trying to climb up. Maybe all of them would try! Then this damn competition would be over with and he could get run back to some semblance of civilization.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for the young man, things didn't go exactly as planned. His hands broke through the water-line first, skin and hair instantly on edge as the cold bit into him. He dived to deep, the bottom was much closer than he had first though. His hands were outstretched in front of him, and the large underwater rock approached faster than Garret could react. The fingers of his left hand smashed into the thing, a sting of pain slashing through the boy's spine as air bulbs popped from his mouth.<br/><br/>'Oh my god. I broke my fingers. It's the Hunger Games, and not in 2 minutes I broke my fingers'. In a instant he changed intentions and course, turning underwater towards the nearby bank. His left hand wasn't his dominate hand, but he couldn't take the cone by himself with only one good hand. Cradling the appendage, he stroked powerfully, breaking out of the water and onto the land in moments.