As the games go through, she makes her pleasure and displeasure known, rarely outright yelling at anyone beyond the rare shout of, "Pay attention!"  Training is just as much about teamwork, and she needs to harden the weak links.  Of course, knowing that doesn't harden her any, and she does her best to give praise to the winners without chastising the losers.<br/><br/>On occasion, her eyes flit to the leaders of the various groups, checking to make sure that they had no problems.  This wasn't just about her, no matter how much it felt that way sometimes.  Even if it was, she couldn't be everywhere at once.<br/><br/>Without warning, she suddenly whizzed her ball towards one of the newer troops.  She didn't know his name yet but he'd been busy catching one ball and dodging another that he'd missed the third.  To her, it was an unlucky break, not that the presence or absence of luck made it acceptable to fail.<br/><br/>As she'd hoped, he caught the ball, and the look of surprise on his face only tightened when her approving smile fell upon him.  She raised her hand, he tossed the ball back, and she gestured to him once more.  "You're back in."