The last thing Jay wanted was to be patronized and called small-- but it wasn't like she was about to argue against going first. She wasn't deterred by the title of 'Berry'-- she didn't know what it meant, of course.
Jay knew she would win. Therefore, she wasn't going to lose.
"I'm not small," she corrected. Which-- in comparison of other kittens --she sure wasn't. In comparison to Huckleberry, however? She may well didn't stand a chance if he happened to stomp down on her.
But that'd be intentionally hurting her, right?
Didn't matter. Jay just had to wear him out, and she'd be fine. She had the advantage of being smaller, and wigglier, and things like that. She'd be fine. Really. She'd be fine.
Jay shook her fur out before she went bolting across the arena, focusing on throwing her weight against one of Huckleberry's knees to try to get him to buckle over and fall.
Round: 1/5
Attack: tackle Huckleberry's knee, head-on, trying to get him to fall
Defense: None
Injuries: None
Jay didn't exactly cling to Huckleberry, but she sure as hell was thrown off, landing on the cave floor with a thunk. She hissed, shaking her head out to try and right herself again.
Then, she paused-- how was she meant to fight something ten times her size? The kitten hesitated, tail lashing thoughtfully, before she turned and make a pounce for Huckleberry's flank and, this time, she held on for dear life.
Round: 2/5
Attack: leap onto Huckleberry's back and hold on (rodeo show)
Defense: None
Injuries: None