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Snapping Crocodile smiled as he entered the muddy area and saw....a giant wasp? His brows furrowed in confusion. How can this opponent be tough?

But he soon changed his mind as the wasp began to move towards him with incredible speed and he soon changed his mind. Snapping Crocodile may not be smart but he knows he can't out speed a wasp, yet he doesnt give up.

As soon as the wasp came close to him, he bellowed a yell and reared up on his hind legs and jabbed his horns up, locked the thorax between his horns and throwing it on the ground. He locked it there, as he gave it a swift kick to knock it out.

He smiled as he left the area, not the physical fight he was looking for, like the caiman he fought before, but it was a fight none the less.

He went up to received his tokens and ran back to his booth.

False Light entered the area and, as soon as the matched started, she was merciless.

The foxbun barely moved as False Light loomed in front of it, with barely a kick the foxbun was down. Without waiting for a verdict, she left. Grabbed her tokens and left. She didn't want to waste her time here more than necessary.

She almost laughed to see that they'd assigned her the wasp for an opponent. "I know you," she said to it. And to think she'd just told that one zikwa all about this booth! She nosed forward to meet it, performing a dance that'd be quite familiar to it.

The wasp settled right down. "You're a sweet thing, aren't you?" she asked, pushing her nose up against it. "Aww."

Blue Blood just glared at the Foxbun until it fled.

Easiest fight ever in his book, and it suited him just fine.

And, of course, once he'd turned around in a circle with some confusion, he saw a caiman behind him. Yes: a caiman.

Was something wrong? Where had the buck gone? What about that legendary? The laughing acha? He made a strange gurgling noise, and then - ah - backed into the white stones?

Yeah, it was lucky the legendary had stuck around.

Lynx: 9
Dawn: 4 + 4 = 8 (aw dawn, you poor bum.)

A lynx, hm? He had not had many chances to try his hoof against such a strong creature - sure it was smaller than him, but they were well known of being lithe, and their large, sharp paws packed a punch that were nothing to sneeze about. He usually respected the ones that showed up in his part of the swamp, and they left him alone.

Well.

Sizing the little creature up, he noticed it's unwavering willingness to fight - maybe it had seen enough wins to make it bold, or they just searched for the deepest, darkest ill-begotten spot of the swamp for her, but she was a hissing, battle-ready warrior who wanted him to make the first move.

Tensing up, he slowly started to circle her, watching her as she matched his movements, the sound of his hooves thumping slowly on the ground echoed by the scraping noise of her extended claws. Someone was going out in a blaze of glory, and he hoped it wasn't him. With a quick feint, he clipped off the to the opposite direction, hoping to catch her while her figurative pants were down.

But, the feline was one step ahead of him, and caught him in the act, her small body much faster than his bumbling mass. She twisted away from him, a hiss warning him further, before she herself launched forward, hoping to use his fault to her advantage. It was a trick that didn't work often and lucky for the vagabond, it didn't work this time either, as she collided with dark pelt, only to catch her bearings right after.

Attempting to use this to his advantage, Dawn was up on his hind legs, trying to stomp down on her - whether it was a paw or something as detrimental to her - to try and turn the tides of this fight, (or at least slow the little creature down.) The impact rocked his body a little, pushing his mind out of the moment as he collided with nothing soft, and a roar off to his side returned him to his senses, albeit, a little too late for him to put up a defense again.

It took a split-second for everything to happen, and in the moment, he felt a white heat on his flank as the claws of the little feline dug in. She had struck him quickly, almost slapping him for his boldness with the attack. He was not as fast as she was, and he was now suffering for it. He kicked out with his back hooves, hoping to catch her on the rebound, but it was too late, she had already gotten the point in, and he knew, probably the win.

The pain was there, and something he couldn't get his mind off of. Panting loudly, he backed down, his ears pinning back as he looked at her. He couldn't go further with this heat on his flank, and he did not wish to further the damage that was given to him - he lived alone as is, how would he be able to survive alone, if he allowed it to fester, or worse.

This was Dawn's loss, for today.

Wasp: 4
Dogrot: 3 + 6

Dogrot's primary combat ability was the ubiquitous stench of death that hovered around it in the air. But that wasn't exactly useful when the opponent was a wasp. Dogrot grunted at it. It buzzed at Dogrot. Neither seemed terribly interested in actually fighting this duel. Wasps, after all, don't attack unless they're actually being threatened, and Dogrot didn't even know this was supposed to be a duel. Dogrot sat down and started grooming itself, and eventually the bored wasp just sort of...flew away. The spectators were not amused.