Yelizaveta was a bit abashed that she'd taken so long to get back to the arena. But she'd been sidetracked by food. And then a nap. And if there was two things she enjoyed in life, it was food and sleep. In this case, her opponent was another of those pesky spiky dogs. She really hated those spikes. Making a sound that was a cross between an annoyed rumble and a sign, Yelizaveta waved her large, spiked tail in the air, thumping it against the ground to commence the battle as she lunged at her opponent.
(using Lunge)