You Better Fight Fair

Gossamer kept mostly to herself, watching the other competitors in the earlier events before heading to the start of the tournament. She had tried to eat but her nerves wouldn't let her sos he skipped lunch. She slipped off her satchel and handed it over to Ásta who wished her good luck. Gossy smiled lightly and nodded her thanks before joining the others. They were to be split into two teams and she listened closely to see who she was assigned with, watching the eyes of the yearling to best pin names to faces. She nodded and moved to join her team.

"Gossamer," she introduced herself swiftly and listened as a small, slate and white femme, who she gathered to be Scylla, spoke up with a strategy then warned about hurting her brothers. Gossamer chuckled. "And they are? I make no promises, but don't worry I don't intended to hurt anyone badly. However, if no blood is spilt can we really call it a fighting tournament?" She scanned the opposing side. "I'm fine with any of them as an opponent. Do we want to try and divide and conquer in one on one fights or try to swarm one target and bathe in the chaos?" She was good either way. For so many young fighters it might be easier to try and pair off but a giant dog pile would be a lot of fun.