With her spears properly sharpened and fit for use, Nilia put one aside, as she was intended to use that one to break the charge of one rider herself, or centaur, if they were so lucky. Then, she was planning on pulling out the heavy mace to properly be able to use her shield for defence, and to make sure her enemies would hopefully just get knocked out, and not poked to death. Live meals were so much more satisfying, after all! The rest of the spears meanwhile she was beginning to fashion into a little cavalry trap. Obviously it wouldn't be enough to stop a charging horse, but hopefully it would wound them and cause the rider to loose control of the beast. Binding each spear together close to the tip with another in a series, with about 1,5 meters of rope in between them, Nilia was, if there was enough time out in the arena before the start of the match, going to stab each spear with the wooden end down in the ground close to the wall, facing out into the arena. Wriggling the anchor point from side to side, she was intending to make sure the spears had some range of movement horizontally, so once a horse, or centaur rode in between the spears, caught their legs or torso on the rope elevated a good half meter or so above the ground, they would pull two spears hopefully into the hind parts of their equine half. Of course, it was only going to work once, before the trap was ruined, and a observant rider or centaur could just jump over it, but then they couldn't really charge them either, and it would provide them a small advantage. And combat was all about racking up tiny advantages, and making the most out of them, after all!<br/><br/>For the same reason, Nilia's bright blue eyes held a good bit of respect, and some pity as she glanced over to Brelia sharing her woes with the structure of the match. The catgirl had after all proven that her seductive methods were effective, so it was unfortunate that those skills might be hard to put to use in a chaotic brawl. Smirking slightly in the direction of Lensea as the fellow scaly seemed to share her view of the coming fight, Nilia still shook her head a little at her offer of a bet, stating, "Competing for the first and last kill is just going to promote recklessness. If we were to bet on total kills though, I would atleast be able to put up some gold"~<br/><br/>With the slightest hint of a blush spreading across her freckled cheeks as Adriaan adressed her, Nilia got up for her seated position and pointed to the rogue, calling out, "I told you to quit calling me princess! I am as down to earth as naga come! ... But I would welcome the dogpile!", before calming down with a puff of air out of her nostrils, and soon settling back down to finish up her trap.<br/><br/>Tossing a glance over at the oread, and drawing a little smirk at the teasing threat, the naga held up what she was working with and stated, "I should be able to take one down with a spear myself, and 'this' might get another, but if they all charge at once, I'll be unable to keep them from charging you guys. I do kinda just have two hands, and rather would like to not have my tail trampled to bits trying to trip a dozen horses. Though, if I do happen to 'trip', you probably shouldn't be standing infront of me, I would be likely to gasp and 'accidentally' swallow you"~