Spoiler
Sorry for my tardiness...my internet's been funky.
Micah--
I'd been standing in the shadows near one of the entrances to the arena, watching the teams form and taking in everyone's skills. An illusion of me stood on the other side of the arena, which kept people from looking my way. By now, two teams had formed, leaving only one partially formed team. Three girls, one guy. From what I'd seen, there were a fire and an ice mage, the latter of which was also of elven descent. The Sword, who was brazen and loud, as is typical, looked to be part Avariel. All in all, there seems to be plenty of attitude to go around, actually. I grin and nod to myself. These are my team members.
I start walking towards them and let the illusion-me on the other side of the arena fade out. Having thought the illusion was reality, the four start when they see it gone and me approaching them from the other side. They regard me warily, but allow me to get near. I nod at all of them in greeting and grin.
"It would seem that you're in need of a Shield," I say, noting the varied smirks and sneers that this statement gets. The Sword speaks first, barely containing laughter.
"Aren't you a little, well, scrawny to do much Shield work?" he says, eying my skinny frame.
" if I had a dollar for every time someone had told me that," I say, " I would be a rich man. As it is, I assure you, I am more than capable of handling the utterly moronic and danger-filled situations that you are likely to get yourself into."
