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

Fig could tell the moment her frustration turned to real anger. Or, at least he was very aware of the moment he interpreted it as such. Perhaps it was soft of him, but the boy had no desire to turn any of his practice spars into real fights. This one felt like it was on the verge of such, and so he released her muzzle without resistence and backpedaled away from her with his chin tucked low to disengage, if she would allow him to do so. Winning and losing had never had any relevance for him when it came to these practice battles, so he felt rather bewildered as he tried to move away as to what had happened to turn her temper on him.