Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
Teams.After her truly startling victory (if it could be called that) Amalia is ready to be done. She hates this - the combat, the anger, the way her blood runs wild, the aching, biting, feral leopardess coiled beneath her skin. As the fae prepare her she briefly considers forfeiting the following round. The baker is not built for fighting, and though part of her does enjoy the thrill, that is the part that terrifies her most, the part she wishes to bury away.
She wants to quit, but of course she can't, because the next round is teams.
Amalia blinks as the wall goes up, her staff still clutched between her hands, a blue patch affixed to her chest. Glancing around, the girl realizes she knows everyone there, which leaves her mouth a little dry. Also in blue are Adam, Kiada, and Jigano, and in red Ianto, Melita, and...
No time to waste, then. Swallowing, Amalia runs over to Adam, calling out to Jigano and Kiada through the Attuned bond. Melita uses a staff. Kiada has faced her before. Focus her and Ianto; we'll take Wessex. Try not to hurt anyone. Aloud, to Adam, the girl calls out. "Wessex is Ascended - she's weak to light and fire, but she's strong in close combat. Can you keep her distracted at a distance? Then I can try to grab her color."
So saying, Amalia shifts, the staff falling at Adam's side as she takes an owl form. She is careful to grasp the color swatch in her talon, though it means she has only one with which to snatch Wessex's. Trusting Adam and Coffee to distract the older woman, the small owl tries to find an opening, aiming to snatch the red patch away before the Ascended can be hurt, or hurt anyone else.
Ama shifts to owl form, her blue patch in her left talon, and tries to grab Wessex's with her right talon.
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
