Asimona padded out into the arena, looking dignified, but her eyes sparkled with excitement. She looked forward to the wrestling all year long and was really looking forward to the event again. Perhaps it would make more sense to a dragon of her skills to participate in the magicka competition, but, to be honest, she had a lot of fun wrestling - and, besides, Svartis was in the magicka competition this year. They didn't need two ice dragons performing.

She looked down at her opponent and grinned. Ah yeah, this would be a good fight! Her opponent was strong and heavy set - a good brawl was just what she needed to raise her spirits. She remembered seeing her fight earlier, how that beast had tried to brutalize her, pulling strings of anger from her heart, and she pitied the one that had to fight any of Vargas's spawn, but here she was, back and ready to fight again.

She lashed her long tail with excitement. "Alright, but I'm not going to go down easy."

She huffed at her use of the word "sweatpea" and then crouched, readying herself for the fight. She made sure to curl in her tail, so she didn't accidentally hit and poison her opponent. As soon as Nemesis charged, Asimona reared up with a roar, throwing her weight forward to meet her head-on. She made to grab onto the horns jutting out on each side of her head with her front legs, but she missed her mark and she ended up stumbling back, at the mercy of the trinoceros's charge.

Asimona let out a huff of breath as the contact knocked her back, but before she could react, the beast was lifting her, ready to toss her to the side, and throw her into the ground. Asimona had to marvel at her strength and daring, to straight up lift her from the ground. She made to wrap her arms around Nemesis's body and hold on tight, to try and use her own strength against her.

But it was a lot harder then she'd anticipated. She barely managed to get a hold of her massive body when she was being flung and whatever grip she had for a moment was ripped off. She let out a loud hiss as she crashed to the ground on her back, growling a bit as she landed on one of her wings, jarring the delicate joints.

Man, this sucked. She had been a lot better at this last year, and the year before - what was going on this time for her to be beaten this easily? Well, it didn't matter - she still had some fight left in her! Massive as Nemesis was, Asimona wasn't exactly feather-light herself, although just from feeling her opponent's weight on her wing, she doubted she'd be able to throw her off easily.

Growling again, she pushed herself up as far as she could with the rhino on her wing and reached forward, wrapping her arms and legs tight around Nemesis in an imitation of a closely-wound bear hug. With her wing trapped beneath her feet, she couldn't go far, but she wasn't totally on the ground now. And Nemesis might not have an easy time moving herself with a massive dragon draped over her body.