Making her way into a separate pre-tournament prep room herself, Silva scanned the many walls and tables filled a myraid of tickling devices, some of the usual feathers and brushes she recognized, while others were more technology based, some even being on the more... Organic side.
Noticing something shiny on one of the tables, Silva walked closer for inspection. Picking it up, she raised one eyebrow, an ordinary looking net gun in her hands.
"How is this going to be any use... If I remember the information correctly, my opponent excels at escaping sticky situations. Wait... I might be able to trap her with this... If I can shoot enough of these, she can't possibly escape from all of the netting at the same time!"
Grinning underneath her mask, Silva hoisted the gun onto her shoulder, not bothering to read the description about the gun on a small label on the table, information including the long reload time of the gun, slow fire rate, as well as it being only able to fire clacker, or throwing-bola like projectiles (two metal balls attached to one another by a piece of string).
As the gates to the arena opened, Silva confidently walked through, gun held in both her hands. Seeing the other girl walk in, along with her weird looking gloves, Silva grinned, already knowing victory was within her grasp.
"If I can just strike first, the momentum will be mine!" Taking aim, the Huntress pulled the trigger, gun aimed square at a panicked Charlotte!
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