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

wc:158

When she was released she felt she'd gained a bit of ground, having begun the fight at a disadvantage. The ground beneath him was made slick from the water that dripped from his pelt, and Niamh found that frustrating. It was more difficult for her to differentiate between sparring and fighting- and she was such a sore loser that she often lost track of the boundary between the two simply because she didn't want to give in, or throw a match.

So when she found herself nearing her mark, she also felt Figment's fangs graze her muzzle in a warning- which her body naturally interpreted as a threatening. He gripped her muzzle for a moment and her jaw fell open, but wrecklessly, she snarled. He'd triggered her temper with that move, and she shook her head viciously to disengage his snare if she could, and sought to lunge toward his throat again to punish him for such impudence.