You Better Fight Fair

Avacyn spoke, splitting the combatants into groups. Scylla frowned and watched as her brothers moved to the opposite side. They were being separated. She didn't like that. Chances of her fighting her siblings were high, but she would try not to. They'd all sparred enough and it was time to test her mettle on someone new. Perhaps the grey woman.

As her group drew together, Scylla frowned, noting the only one that she knew here was Saracyn. Dammit. A black and white woman who looked dirty and grimy as hell spoke her name and the very clean, very pretty small fae's lips pursed. She looked to Sara and the edge of her nose curled while she motioned with her eyes towards the dirty fae in a "What the fuck is this?" kind of look. Giving her head a shake, Scylla spoke.

"Hard and fast is the way to go. Do things that they won't expect. This is a melee. A brawl. Anything goes, said the nice lady." Teeth flashed as Scylla grinned. "And if any of you hurt my brother's, I'll hurt you in return."

"Scylla"