She watches closely and cautiously, always trying to keep thinking for another mix, a way to keep things going so that boredom and complacency wouldn't set in.  As the next game drags into a serious lull, she picks out two players from each side that had each been waiting for a while.  "Reinforcements!" she yells and gestures them in.  "Sometimes the best thing you can do is keep your assailants blocked down until help comes.  Sometimes you have to make sure you don't take too long if they have their friends coming.  Make sure you're aware of the difference and whether time is your friend or your adversary."<br/><br/>Sometimes the words that came out of her mouth didn't even feel like they were hers.  It made her feel ancient, as if the inexorable grind of centuries had forced her into such thoughts.  It partially offered aid in not having to spend forever to gain wisdom, yet she wasn't sure she fully wanted to remember the painful lessons taught with blade and fire that granted her former lives such discoveries.