Nemesis stomped her way down into the arena, eyes leveling on Alpha. Ever since she first saw the big bastard, she had been looking for the chance for an ass-kicking. After cycles of rest, it was about time she got back into the thick of things.

It was nice that they were going to fight seriously without worrying about some asshole going for her throat, or cheating with magic. Just a good old fashioned fight. Heavy tail swinging behind her, she settled into a wide stance at the opposite end of the theatre.

She didn't even have to worry about the big brown-green thing getting carried away. Judging by the judges-- the huge purple fella in particular-- if anything got out of hand, they'd take care of it. Was the purple fuck her opponent's dad, by the way? They had the same head. Hopefully favoritism wouldn't get in the way.

But, hell, this competition thus far had seemed reasonable and fair. So she wasn't going to get too concerned about the details. She just wanted to get into a rough and tumble, flex some muscles she hadn't used in a while.

"Ready whenever you are, bub," Nemesis declared, casting a sideways glance toward the observers on the side line. They were waiting for the signal to go, right? Man. She was going to really enjoy laying into someone her size. (She wasn't excited about the quills, but, c'est la vie.)

Nemesis knew this big, almost cat-like (probably the first time any one had ever seen a cat in Alpha) predator was going to be faster, more flexible, and generally more of a pain in the ass to fight than what she had fought back in her youth. Back before taking a few dozen cycle nap, for sure.

But hell, it wasn't a big fuck-off dragon, and it wasn't even allowed to use its teeth. Like hell was she even slightly intimidated as Orthoclase-Alpha came barreling at her. She stood there, like she was about to prove what would win in a fight between an unstoppable force and an immovable object, digging her heels into the ground.

Of course, she wasn't about to take a goddamn bodyslam lying down. She tilted her head, shuffling slightly as the orthoclase tried to avoid her pointy bits (smart) and stepped forward into the charge, aiming to redirect Alpha's entire movement by scooping up the bastard with one quick, swift toss of her head to throw it past her.

... she might have slightly underestimated, you know, momentum and mass, considering that her attempt to toss Alpha resulted in her losing her own footing and landing on her side like a wrestler doing a sick backwards throw.

Unfortunately it was going to take her a hot second to get back to her feet, and as a beached land whale in a ring with an apex predator, uh, well. It was a good reason for her to get even pissier.

Orthoclase-Alpha twisted and writhed, and before she could so much as lift her head-- much less get her feet under her-- the brickhouse came down on her horns, grabbing with dexterous clawed paws.

Shit, back in her day, things didn't have thumbs. What the hell was she supposed to do? With a grunt, she pulled one foot under her body, and began to push back. If it wanted to grab on to the most dangerous parts of her, that was its own problem.

Nemesis pushed her way on to her feet, and kept going, shoving her weight full force forward toward Alpha, snorting hot breath in its face. She wasn't about to slow down either, each step she pushed was getting momentum in her favor. If she could shove it all the way to the back wall and turn this pin around, she'd be set--

Of course, only a fool would keep holding on to her by her most dangerous end, right?

Nemesis honestly hadn't expecting the six-legged tank to stand its ground. It was damn impressive; she was used to others dancing about her, frightened to get too close and risk damage. Even creatures that could hold their ground against her.

It was a real fight then; a true test of strengths. Nails digging into the earth, she kept up the pressure, gaining more and more ground until suddenly two extra legs (that she had forgotten about; back in her day, everybody had four legs, dammit) kicked out her limbs out from under her, and her hefty body slumped, head held in the clutches of the beast but her feet scrambling to gain purchase. She slipped, frame twisting, and she toppled once more, neck wrenching as Alpha held her in its clutches.

This wasn't good. Her weakest spot-- her underbelly-- was exposed to those extra legs. Grinding her teeth, she kicked out her feet toward Alpha. A deterrent, and if she could actually land a solid blow, maybe push herself away from it. She needed to get some distance and get to her feet if she wanted to actually use her mass against her much more flexible opponent.