You nod to each other, expressions fierce, and as one, you charge at the mutts. You are a better fighter and more experienced than your allies, and though you try and help Mazie and Tasmin as you duck and dive and stab, you are unable to save them from the polar bears. 

Cannons fire in rapid succession, and you realise that all other tributes are dead. The mutts shoot you a baleful look, and disappear into the ground. You sink to the ground, staring at the bodies of Mazie and Tasmin, and a fanfare begins to play. You are the Victor. 

Congratulations!