Carja galloped into the ring with a massive grin on her face, her whole body wiggling in excitement. She lifted an arm to wave at Eythan before she spotted Vargas, finding herself utterly delighted that they had the same amount of eyes. She waved to him too!

She lifted herself onto her longer wing claws and stood up, looking for Svartis or Asimona in the crowd. If she saw them, she waved at them too before dropping back down and folding her wings in as tight as they would go, knowing that they were prone to getting yanked (as she'd unfortunately been subjected too by a teething Lass).

"Hi!" she said to Alrik, "Good luck! I hope you have fun!"

Suddenly her grin snapped wide open, revealing rows of sharp teeth that she bared in a snarl. Her claws dug into the ground and her tailfins snapped shut, making a whip out of the limb instead. She circled around the cat, trying to intimidate as much as she could.

Carja dragged her claws up and swet dust and sand directly at Alrik's eyes, hoping to blind and stun long enough to pin him down or get a hit in. She darted around to the side to flank, her practice chasing down prey of all sizes coming in handy (and a few scrabbles with lesser predators).

Carja got a faceful of sand in response and snorted, her eyes watering as she pawed at her face for a moment. Ouch! She blinked through the tears and widened her other pairs of eyes to get in more input, each pair locking onto the cat and narrowing. Target locked. You're gonna need more sand than that, kitty.

Darting forward, she lunged into the air and used her blunt (for now) horns to ram into the cat, aiming for the shoulder to take at least one limb out of comission. Her advantage here was that she had more limbs to spare and more things to hit with, so she had to use them to her advantage. Horns, four forelimbs and a long, whip-like tail.

Determination flared, knowing that her family watched in the crowd. She wanted to make them proud, even if she lost. She wanted to show them that she was a dragon!

Carja felt more resistance than she'd anticipated, grinding to a sudden halt. This was what she got for not growing at a normal pace. Cat-sized dragon versus actual cat. Didn't cats have 9 lives too? She'd have to remember that- though she wasn't sure it applied here, since it was just a wrestling match. Oh well.

She pulled away and darted forward again like an angry bull, head down and horns brandished. She managed to get another hit in, on the same shoulder too! Even with the pocket sand in her eyes. Take that, kitty cat! Ooh it rhymed- focus!

She got a hit in, but they weren't done yet. She had to be ready for the next wave of attacks!

Oh the cat was down!! The cat was down! Now was her chance!

Carja whirled around to face the cat and jumped up, looking like a fox about to pounce into snow after a mouse, but instead she was aiming to bodyslam the feline and pin it down to the ground. She came down and fell onto the cat, not too hard as to seriously injure, thankfully, but hopefully enough to stun.

"Give up!" she squawked bravely in her little cute baby voice, "Yield, cat! Or I'll bodyslam you again!"

Carja kept her weight firmly on the feline, arms and legs spread out a bit awkwardly in an attempt to cage him in.