Her words sounded like the old Katniss'. And it terrified him. She was coming to kill him this time. She wouldn't be pretending to be the old Katniss if she wasn't.

It was run or fight. She would be faster than him. Between his leg and being injured, she would catch him before he'd even get the chance to get away from the wreckage.

His grip and resolved tightened as he decided what must be done. Peeta awkwardly rushed towards the fake, bar pulled back ready to swing. His aim and intent were clear; he would hit her head as hard as he could to make sure she wouldn't ever plague him again.