Yelizaveta was having a rough time so far. She’d beaten one opponent, and been beaten by another. Maybe it was because she wasn’t fast enough. She decided that once she’d finished with this tournament, she would train to be faster, stronger and more precise. After all, her mate would count on those skills not only for events such as these, but for protection as well. The poor dear couldn’t, after all, spend much time out of the cave due to his sensitivities to temperatures. Swishing her tail, Yelizaveta waited until her opponent was within sight. She’d fought one of these before; it was a good fight, and she expected a good one again. Squaring her shoulders, she opened her jaws, letting out a loud roar as she lunged for her opponent.
(Using lunge)