Blacktail Deer Plateau What are you made of?

Sparring? Raid doesn't quite know how she feels about that. Oh. Nevermind. That strange feeling crawling into her belly...it's dread. She can't remember anything but her medical knowledge after her little amnesia attack. Hunting came naturally, but it was probably only because it had been honed by a year instincts but fighting? Medics probably didn't fight that much, right? She's a medic. She can't remember much, can't remember anything from her past but she guesses that she probably wasn't a good fighter.

God, Raid doesn't even remember anything. She can't recall any kind of tactic or fighting move. Her mind is completely blank and however much she digs, however much she begs her brain to spit up some kind of fighting move, she comes up empty handed. And Dawn! I can't fight that girl! Look at her. She's like some kind of warrior hunting princess. She's gorgeous and fit and nope I'm going to embarrass myself fighting her. Right. No, nothing good can come out of this. Oh my god, why her.

Outwardly, Raid observes everyone moving off in their pairs to spar and resigns herself to her fate. Quietly, she makes her way over to @Dawn and dips her head respectfully, a nervous shadow of a polite smile flits over her features. The time she bumped into the leader flashes through her mind and Raid resists the urge to laugh awkwardly. Yay. God loves her - they're giving her yet another opportunity to embarrass herself in front of Dawn. I'm loooving this. "So," Raid shifts her weight between her paws almost anxiously. "I'm just going to warn you - I literally cannot remember anything about sparring. 'Cuz of the amnesia. So, if I'm terrible, I'm sorry. If I somehow manage to kick your arse - know it's probably some sort of miracle accident." Raid grimaces. "Yeah."