You Better Fight Fair

The preparations, if you could call them that, were complete and Avacyn began speaking once more. Scylla rolled her shoulders and neck, loosening up her joints. The young wolf's dual gaze shifted from one wolf to the next on the opposing side. This was going to be easy. How did she know? Because she and Sara were on the same team and they were both raging assholes. Maybe she just needed to get him a little mad and he would fight even harder. The teams squared up and Scylla found herself standing next to the big red boy. One paw reached out and gave him a "good game" tap on the rump. "Go get 'em, Strawberry." Before he could react or smack her back, the small wolf was rocketing towards her temporary enemies.

Scylla targeted the grey woman since she didn't want to bite Cerberus or Albion. There was a wicked gleam in the girl's eye and she was actually giggling and hooting as she closed the distance between them. Her small size allowed her to be fast. Ridiculously fast. As she neared, Scylla's jaws opened wide as though she would bite down on the woman's foreleg, but in the end she feinted to the side, instead ducking under the grey fae. Shifting on a dime, Scylla aimed to slide between the woman's front legs, then curl back once more, using her mile long tail to hopefully trip the woman up. Once she'd slithered through, those open jaws sought to sink into the fae's knee. If successful, she would then plant her paws and use both her tripwire tail to pull the fae and her teeth and meager body weight to push the fae. Either way, Scylla knew she was going down.

"Scylla"