"I will slow the competition. Somebody'll have to sneak around them while I distract, and borrow their flags." Cyrille said with his usual, confident grin. "Although, it will most likely be quite a scuttle in the middle of the field once I get the teams going, so I would advise those who lack the ability to dodge eight axes to avoid the area, otherwise it will become life threatening. Once I get the teams out," He finished his glass and placed it down, "I will be counting upon the rest of you to keep our own flag safe and take the rest. I will be in the center, making sure to keep the roose going actively and try to make any flags I see slip from their owners. We need three flags by the finale; there are roughly 7 teams, based on the room of last night. Another thing, make sure not to fall around lies, it will end rather ungracefully if we fall under our own tactic." He stood up promptly; "Now, shall we go?"