Snowflake trundled into the arena. She lowered her head, watching carefully to see who her opoonent was. She wasn't too worried about getitng too terribly hurt; after all, she was a fast healer and her tough hide certainly gave her an advantage. Snorting and raising a cloud of dust, the luxard settled into a fighting stance, reading herself to impale her opponent on her spiked body and long, sharped-sickled horn. This would certainly prove to be interesting.
(Normal Attack)