Firefly Glen [PHE]Mama said knock you out

sweet :D I rolled a 3.
End of round 1: 
Sven: 17
Cygnet: 15

With spectators gathered, she began to feel pressure building up. She had made this bed for herself- and now it was time to make a mess of the sheets. She chuffed her acceptance, and nodded. They would both need good luck; while she did her best to look confident, she could sense how their nerves rang out like church bells.

She circled with him, and perhaps caught up too much in how her “spar” had gone with Sobeille, she planned on changing direction to see if she could herd him the same way she had herded her first opponent- but it was at that moment that he rushed toward her, slinging his body weight low and knocking her crossing limbs out from under her. 

With a thud she landed on her side. The wiry girl’s growl was accentuated by the impact, and she scrambled in the wake of the humiliation to snap at his hocks, hoping at least to drive him away so he couldn’t hold her down.