He walked into the area slowly, calm and patient as he always was. He had gotten his wounds from the dungeon checked on and worked on, so despite the lingering pull on his shoulders, the wounds didn't effect him as they did when he first got them.

This was wrestling, not a full on fight, so he left behind his weapons, though he did raise an eyebrow when he saw his opponent wearing armor. Pathetic. He thought but didn't say anything, figuring if they thought they needed the armor to beat him, then regardless of what happened, he won in his mind, because at least he fought fair.

He simply nodded as he came to a halt, slowly lowering himself, bracing for impact and spreading out his legs for better balance. His claws unsheathed, ready to attack and defend himself when needed. His eyes narrowed and his head lowered protecting his vitals while his tail whipped behind him for better balance. He would let them go first, since they seemed to need all the help they could get.

He watched them closely, all judgement or mild amusement gone from his features, he was now focused, honed in on the one thing that was important. The fight itself.

He watched his opponent's legs, noticing the moment they tensed and she rushed forward, pushing off of the ground himself to dodge to the right, causing them to miss the attack completely. However, he hoped that would give him the opening to rush forward, pushing off of his tensed back legs to aim to slam his shoulder directly into their side, keeping his body slightly higher and aiming to use their already lowered stance to quite literately slam them into the ground. He kept his legs spread and his knees bent ensuring his balance was kept even as his tail lashed to help him maneuver around.

However he kept his jaws parted and his head lowered to protect his throat just in case they were able to right themselves just in time.

She seemed just as hardheaded as he was, perhaps there was more to her than he originally thought.

He had his jaws parted to protect his throat and he was certainly glad that he did when she came upwards and headbutted him directly in the jaw. That hurt like a bitch and he let out a deep growl of pain but that didn't stop his forward momentum.

He continued to try and slam on top of her, however instead of just trying to pin her down, he would aim to now wrap his body around her like a cat catching their prey, trying to wrap his front arms around them and sink his front claws into them, though careful not to do too much damage but trying to keep them pinned.

The momentum would pull them both down together if he was able to grab her, making him land on his side and he hoped it didn't end poorly for him in doing so.

She was a rather slippery little shit, that was for sure. He was able to pull them to the ground, felt his claws sink slightly into the sections around their armor, but she was quick to pull away, making him grunt as their shoulder rammed into his chest, making him lose his air for a moment, gasping softly, but not before he kicked back at them.

He kicked his back legs, claws out as he tried to scratch at her lower body that didn't have the armor, trying to shove them away while also doing some damage in the process.

Well that didn't really go the way he had hoped, his attack doing absolutely fucking nothing. Well damn, now he was just in a bad position.

Sure enough, they capitalized on his failure and he knew it was coming, but that didin't mean he could do a damn thing about it. He grunted as the force and the claws rammed directly into his stomach, but he wasn't going to back down just yet. No, despite it all, he was having fun still, though he would never say it outloud obviously.

Instead of pulling away from the attack, he once again tried to wrap his limbs around them and twist his body, aiming to pull them down and switch their positions, hoping to get the upper hand this time.