To his shock, he had own the first round.

Sebastian had fully expected to lose, upon joining the Wrestling Competition. Living with Rift, he'd never actually fought anyone. Anyone who attempted the Forest was easily scared away with some slight of paw, some smoke and mirrors. But the thought of getting to stretch his legs, test his muscles, appealed to the young Puma. After all, most Gembounds his age were at the time of their lives where they wanted to show off, see what they were capable of.

And, truly, he'd expected to lose to Dezba. The wolf was stronger than him, and meaner. And yet, somehow, he had won. He feared how she would react, she hadn't seemed happy when she left, but for now there wasn't much he could do but keep an eye open.

And so, he'd progressed to the next round. He didn't know the Gembound he was going to fight, and all he could do was sit there in the center of his side of the ring, listening to the murmurs of the crowd, as he waited for @Imperia to show her face.
"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

It would be impossible for Sebastian to miss the crowd parting and, gathering that his newest opponent was approaching, he rose, rolling his shoulders back and standing tall, muscles showing through his gleaming black pelt. He was definitely a far sight different from the young, dull-pelted cub Rift had found mewling by his Chrysalis.

A fellow cat strode into the ring, and he had to look down to meet her gaze. She was a good foot shorter than him, but with a fur coloration not unlike Rift's. "Hello, Imperia. I'm Sebastian. I'm ready if you are."

And in a sudden move, he would coil his legs, leaping at Imperia in hopes of knocking her over, careful to keep his claws sheathed.


Round: 1/5
Attempt: Knock her over
Defense: none
Injuries: none

@Rift (if he wants to spectate)
@Imperia
"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.