Lady Rosewoode walk out of the tunnel of Team Brown. She was not happy with herself since she didn't ask what she was getting herself into. She was a bit stormy inside and didn't care if anyone knew that or not. There were clouds over her head as she walked solemnly. Lightening flashed and thunder rolled from her body. She had her backpack put dropped it off to one side knowing that she could call it at anytime for it was blood bonded to her. It would not allow anyone to touch it or it would send out jolts of electricity or cold or heat depending on it's mood.<br/><br/>Walking out into the middle of the arena, she looked about to see if she could see which people were her people and which were opposing teams. She was a late entry but she would her best. She took her  bow off her shoulder as she looked about. Reaching behind herself to the quiver, she pulled out an arrow. She notched it and waited for someone to attack her so she would know who to attack back at. The cloud above her slowly dissipated and the thunder and lightening left. Her staff was hanging on the hook which was on the utility belt where she kept her other supplies so that they would be close at hand, particularly her Cube.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i325/TheCreator7/0-%20Lady%20Rosewoode/celtic-storm-princess-blonde.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><br/>The creator took a seat in the stands to watch the event. She was hoping for the best but was worried for she should have awaken Lady Rosewoode much sooner but this was a spur of the moment decision.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i325/TheCreator7/0-%20Lady%20Rosewoode/m_7defab8251778bebd467e2c3a95b5afa.jpg">[ img ]</a>