Lara hugged Fliss tighter before letting go. "The more I see of the Mountain Wolves, the less I like them. And if I'd had thirty seconds before the match I could have helped? But he's not channelling properly.

She swallowed, looking at Michael. "You use Royal Rumble rules for a ring out? Feet touch the floor." Lara was prattling, stating the obvious, leading to Fliss frowning even if Ella knew this tone possibly better than Lara herself understood it; there was the edge of a plan poking Lara's subconscious but she wasn't fully aware of what it was yet so was talking and stating the obvious to sort out her own thoughts. "And he's just the sort of swaggering jock who will go for the full overhead throw."

Leo was a lot better at dodging than Michael, obviously, but his hits were nowhere near as hard and the difference could be seen. Lara, far from calling advice was still prattling. "He's never going to win like that. Not enough power. But his claws are sharp enough he could take the lunk down by a thousand cuts pretty easily." Over the far side of the ring the alpha of the Mountain Wolves could be seen, purposely making sure he couldn't see the ring so he could jump in to defend any 'unjustly accused' wolf.

And then her face lit up even as Leo flinched from a heavy blow. Two hits to one and four to one through the guard didn't mean much when one fighter was so much bigger than the other. "We can win this. Fliss, Ella, I need you both. Fliss, taunt him. I need that overmuscled idiot to throw Leo out this way. Early for preference. And to draw his claws so Leo doesn't draw first." Her smirk grew. "Ella, I need your speed. He needs to land on a table with no one touching him at any point and his feet not touching the ground. That will give him the time I need with him even if I can't touch him without him forfeiting."

She knew she was playing a dangerous game here, but had never learned to back down and thought Leo would prefer a more than fighting chance even if he lost to the fight ending in a whimper.