Listening quietly the Raven raised her head, the sound of feet on the stage creaking under her as it groaned in protest. Umbra, capturing other vigilantes, that she heard of through the broadcast. Was it truly that bad? That she needed to team up with others in order to simply survive? 
Running her fingers over a passage for comfort, Raven found herself taking in a deep breath. A soothing motion meant for herself as the air itself parted ways. "I offer support" her words falling from her lips, she felt as though she were being pushed into the open. Working...with others?
Only one creature even knew she had powers. And he was back at the stable, most likely wrapped in his blanket in a heap of shavings, within the heated stall. He could never betray her word..but other vigilantes? They could, and her entire career would come falling apart like brittle shards of glass, slipping through her fingers like sand. 
Yet she still offered her support. It was the lesser of two sides. Yes, if a vigilant leaked out her information, she would loose her career. Her way of life and could be locked away by her own family. But if Umber found her, she might not have a family to be locked away by. 

"But, this is temporary, I'm not vary fond of the idea that someone knows who I am. I'm sure you know why Ditch." Tapping her cane on the ground she sighed, the feathers around her mask tickling her features. "But I'd rather not be found by Umbra. Seems like he or she would prove a problem for everyone here."
It was an arena and she was in the sand. So long as she counted her strides right, she would be able to come out of this. She wasn't stupid, she couldn't deal with this alone. "Mini fridge?" The question out of her mouth she shook her head, guess Ditch was one that enjoyed humour.