[b]Amaranth Desire: Huddle: No Longer Used to Reference an Inferior Waffle House[/b]

Amy scratched her cheek, comfortable in athletic clothing rather than the school uniform everyone seemed to have forgotten to change out of. On the one hand, team chemistry and everyone getting along were both integral to everyone functioning as a team easily and smoothly.

At the same time, they were supposed to be a [i]team[/i]-and they didn't exactly have time to figure out everyone's foibles and personalities to work together as a group of equals, nor did they have a coach. Following a captain and a second completely were their best option currently, though they'd have to find a better method if they were going to take this show on the road.

Not that Amy thought a career as a professional footballer was in her future. 

She nodded in agreement with Blaine as he finished.

[color=E52B50]"I'm Amaranth. Most everyone calls me Amy. That being said..."[/color] Her blue eyes flicked to Ferris, taking on a predatory edge as they did, the feathers in her hair standing on end. [color=E52B50]"Nobody calls Ben 'Cap' except Bastille. Moreover, our [i]captain[/i] has decided what role we're all supposed to take,"[/color] she continued, her hand indicating his prosthetic arm. [color=E52B50]"And while you no doubt have 'power to spare' and that claw is obviously good against Grimm, I'd prefer to avoid any accidental destruction of the ball by popping it--meaning you'd be playing a hand down as far as actually carrying the ball and punching it forward go. Your best bet is to help a deflector on defense, and hammer it downfield with your leg as our large friend here just said."[/color]

Her eyes softened again. [color=E52B50]"In answer to your original inquiry though, my Semblance allows me to heighten my senses and reaction time. And sorry, big guy,"[/color] she said, patting the lion faunus on his broad back. [color=E52B50]"But I doubt many of us really want to take our clothing off."[/color]