put 'em up!

Indigo... hm. Hazel entered the ring, ready to size up her opponent. She was sorta regretting coming to this whole thing in the first place, but at least she could fight. There was a bit of aggression that had bubbled up in her, some sort of hostility. Not necessarily uncharacteristic, as the child had been borderline feral. No, this is an anger that lives inside her always. Still, according to the rules, she couldn't actually be... that violent. Though only a yearling, Hazel needed to learn to hold her aggression. Bottle it. Use it to the best of her ability or something like that.

She entered the ring, her gaze curious and a bit stormy as it set about on the others. Pinging from one to the next, to the next. Which one of them was Indigo, anyway? Well, Hazel guessed she'd find out soon enough. All of the Warlord's teachings rattled around in her head as she carefully set her defenses, and made sure that she was especially aware of that guard she had a hard time keeping up, the one on her weaker side. She could do it, right? Yeah. Hazel could do this.
"Speech"