Adam pulls his bow over his head and arranges it next to his quiver. His khopeshes rest in their sheath at his hip. As he surveys the arena, he pulls out a sistrum and begins gently shaking it, the metallic jangling cutting through the din easily.
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Max finally stands and begins readying herself for the fight. She trades her small hammer for a larger one with a wicked spike on one side. She twirls it absentmindedly and makes her way over to Winter. "[color=e78411]Uh, hi,[/color]" she mumbles. "[color=e78411]Are you okay?[/color]"