[b]Amaranth Desire: OMAHA! BLUE 39![/b]

The hawk's feathers twitched once and gradually rose as the rules for the game were (somewhat) explained and the teams were picked, her brain taking advantage of the welcome distraction from the rest of the day's thoughts to shift gears. She'd never played sports in any official capacity, really--opportunities to join varsity leagues had hardly been common growing up in an orphanage--but the one sport she'd played a [i]lot[/i] of was soccer. A goal could be two posts, a field just the park nearby. A ball wasn't hard to find, even if most of the ones she'd dealt with were misshapen or under-inflated. 

[i][color=E52B50]That last fact might end up working in my favor,[/color][/i] she realized, looking at the oddly shaped ball in Fitzroy's hand. She had no doubt it was regulation for whatever variety of football they were playing, but it sure as hell wasn't a soccer ball. Still, it had been years since she'd even stepped on a field, and... rules weren't really a thing she'd had to worry about back then.

Amy might just want to play it safe. 

[color=E52B50]"I... I'd suggest putting me on defense. I've not exactly got any Semblance abilities that'll allow me to move more quickly than I can normally or power through them, but my reaction time should help with guarding the goal. Alternatively, I can use it to try to aim shots. I'll... do whatever you say though, Cap."[/color]