Oliver's hand flew instantly to her hip, grabbing at nothing. She had only been following some of the other Doves out of curiosity, and now she was a victim of circumstance. Shoot. It wasn't so much that she had valuable belongings in her pouch, but the fact that the Raven that had flown by had the audacity to try such a sneaky move...now that irked her. Two Dove's flew off towards the thief, but the others flew in the opposite direction.<br/><br/>She spotted a figure out the corner of her eye, and took off after him with the others. As a rule, Olive avoided conflict, much preferring to settle things peacefully. Though, when she felt like being particularly twisted, she did take delight out of commanding other people and watching them do battle. She hung back from a distance, wings batting against the air, carefully calculating the how to approach the situation. Just watching would have been okay, if it wasn't for the fact that her colleagues were losing. Which was pretty pathetic, considering there was only one Raven to fight at the moment.<br/><br/>"It would be easier if you targeted the joints of his limbs," she offered, "It won't take him out of the air of course, but it makes it easier, no?" When nobody took her advice, Olive raised an eyebrow. Being ignored did not sit lightly with her. The Tonkinese girl drew her sword and paused, calculating just where to strike, how fast she needed to launch herself... Ah! Blast it! One of the other Dove's had blocked her vision. They were moving too fast. Patience was just as important as strength. She needed to wait.<br/><br/>((I'll throw Nathaniel in there later))