[color=007236][h1]Meral Dandee[/h1][/color]

Meral watched with wide eyes and gaping jaw as Daedalus configured his weapons. Her mother had always told her that it was not polite to stare, but she couldn't help herself. The variety of weapons she got to see was one of the best perks of being a Huntress. Your weapon said a lot about you as a person, and Daedalus' weapon showed that he was super cool. At least in Meral's eyes.

She grinned, her eyes shining with renewed excitement after watching his weapons whirl and click into place, as she looked up at Daedalus. And she [i]really[/i] had to look up. The man stood nearly two feet taller than her. 

[color=007236][i]"I will be sorely disappointed if he doesn't throw me, at least one, at the Grimm"[/i][/color]

Meral could barely contain her excitement as Daedalus placed his armored hand upon hers, enveloping it completely, supporting her team huddle. 

And then the boy with blue hair began to check over his weapons, making sure everything was in order. The simple act of him spinning his weapon, and ejecting and catching his ammo, was enough to make Meral's already gaping jaw open even wider with amazement. Her eyes lit up again, no longer worried about being impolite by staring. 

Meral offered, with the hand that wasn't currently at the bottom of a hand pile, a cheery thumbs up and a wink at the boy with blue hair. She then noticed that she had let go of her Pickaxe to give him a thumbs up. Meral's hand quickly reached back, forcing the girl to lean slightly back to grab the weapon before it clattered to the floor, at the expense of loosing her hat. Meral couldn't help but laugh at her own antics, her long hair tangled and messy from the extensive wear of her mining helmet.  

After almost recovering from her mistake she turned back to the boy with blue hair. She could sense his nerves, he didn't seem like much of a talker. She wanted to reassure him without making him feel singled out, but she found it difficult with her general outgoing nature. 

[color=007236]"Don't worry pal!"[/color] She said in a chipper tone. [color=007236]"These people just want to see something cool! And we are the coolest people around!"[/color] She blew a few stray hairs away from her face. [color=007236]"And besides! No one will be able to tell if we mess up! Just pretend that it's all part of the show!"[/color]

Raye had also joined the group, making his own attempts to show off with his weapons, which he succeeded in, before adding his hand to the pile. Meral had seen Raye fight before, but she couldn't quite know where. Maybe a combat class or competition? Her brain was far too excited by the task at hand to remember the details. It bothered her slightly the way he talked about how 'he' was gonna give them a show to remember. This was all about team work, if he hogged the spot light it would reflect poorly on his nation. 

But she said nothing, not wanting to ruin his excitement.  

Meral made eye contact with the blue haired boy and then looked down at the hand pile, and then back up at him. She waggled her eyebrows as if to say: [i]"Come on man! No need to be shy! Tonight we are a team![/i]

Her excitement continued to grow with each added hand to the pile. She hadn't expected the group to get along so easily. Her excitement, needing an outlet, caused Meral to start hopping up and down. She was feeling better and better about this mission. 

In fact the group of Hunters and Huntresses around her was pleasantly diverse. All shapes and sizes and abilities. If they worked together and made an effective plan Meral knew that they would put on a great show. 

Meral watched with a wide grin as the door to the cage was opened, wondering silently who would be walking through such a door. Her question was quickly answered when the entire group was pushed inside the cage, the door closing behind them. Meral nervously turned to the group. 

[color=007236]"Uhh..."[/color]

She muttered before she started pumping her hand up and down. 

[color=007236]"Three! Two! One! Go Team!"[/color]

A pretty weak chant, she had become too nervous to think of a better one. She then pulled her hand back, getting into a better combat position. But as the Mistress of Ceremonies began to introduce them Meral couldn't help but drop her temporary serious facade. She waved and smiled at the audience, really taking in the scale of what she was participating in. 

In fact, she continued to ham it up for the crowd even as the Ursa entered the arena, and even when their magnetic cuffs were released. But Meral wasn't unaware, she was keeping her eye on the Ursa but was playing this more like a humorous act. She struck a few funny poses, flexed like a body builder, pretended to pick her nose, anything to get a reaction out of the crowd especially the children. 

But she was ready, incase a Ursa was to get too close, to let loose with her Pick Axe. Except she had yet to reequip her helmet.