"Uhm, Aim to Kill?" Finnick replies, his grin turning slightly sheepish. The training he'd received back in District 4 for the games had largely focused on what they'd had around. "I'm good with a spear. Tridents. Harpoons. I make good snares and I can tie up an opponent in seconds flat. Render him completely immobile."

He has much less experience with firearms and, though he's not going to admit to it, his simple hand-to-hand isn't the best. "Why? You looking for tips?"