Feel The Rhythm! Feel The Rhyme! Get On Up! It's Raiding Time! [RAID]

She had planned to sit this raid out. Wanting to give her fighters and other members a chance to practice, to learn, to hone their skills. But the itch beneath her skill was undeniable. And without a certain few bad apples, they were lacking in bodies. So what does Delphi do? What she does best. Her eyes watch from the background, noticing and observing as the fights break out dispersed across the slopes of the mountain. With summer still at its peak, there was no threat of slipping and sliding through snow or slush.

After a lull in the noise, Delphi notices the older woman toward the back of her grandfather's youngsters. Hm, who indeed was this? Curiosity flicks across her expression as she slinks around the outside. Intent on taking the woman by friendly surprise, Delphi dashes quickly toward her right shoulder. "One should always be on guard," she calls out teasingly in a rusty version of her grandfather's language. If the woman responded, it would tell her if this stranger was a true ancestor or just another loner seeking sanctuary in the safety of the bamboo.

"Delphi"