You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in

Maki was gonna do her best, the Raiders were...well, raiding was their thing so shock and horror when they lived up to their name! Still, she would fight like the rest of her family, because friendly or not, it'd be kinda lame to just let them win without trying. And make no mistake, in reality she was still a pretty bad fighter, but as far as she was concerned she was doing pretty okay, ish. None of her spats were quite as dramatic as she would have liked, missed the finesse and poise, weren't as epic as she'd like, but maybe one day.

Maybe.

Her eyes scanned the fights, it was sort of hard to track what was going on with such much commotion and movement. There was one guy who wasn't fighting yet, Maki thought she should at least try and whoop his butt. With a boof that was anything but agressive, Maki ran in, felt the wind brush against her coat, like she was running as fast as a flash of lightening. No way he'd be able to react in time, as if he couldn't see her coming, just materialised by his side, like a cool character in one of her older stories. But what now? Uh. She dipped her head down, when in doubt, use her nubs!