Cricket Creek Bog raises a number to a power of a specified number.

Fig's plan worked. He tightened his grip on her ruff as he felt her fold beneath him. He would've called her subdued then and stepped away so they could re-engage on fairer footing (now that he'd had his fun), but she twisted, and suddenly there was pain in his foreleg. He cringed, but withstood the pain for a moment as he considered what to do next. In a normal fight, he would've just shaken her as hard as he could until her neck snapped. But this wasn't a real fight, and he didn't want to risk doing actual harm to her. 

So, he tried Plan B. After all, not all fights were had with the aim of killing the other. This was something too he needed to learn to deal with. Fig didn't release his hold on her scruff, but pushed into her, trying to further immobilize her by pressing his weight harder against her, trying to shove her further into the ground.