@Riverrunner Skid marks scratched across the floor as blue hooves dug their way into the tile. Unfortunately, her hooves were slowly wearing down. Kate couldn't keep this up forever, but the stubborn piece of fluff she was, she sure as heck was going to try.
Her hooves weren't the only thing wearing thin. Her captor's patience followed suit, and in a fit of rage, he picked up the mildly staticky ball of fleece, bolting down the length of the corridor all the while the Mareep struggled to break free of his grip. In a last ditch effort, Kate attempted to knock him in the ribs with a blunt horn, but she had long since left his arms; thrown into a dark room as the door was bolted shut.
Blinking, the Mareep allowed a gentle glow to shine from the orb on her tail. It seemed to be… a…? The sheep couldn't tell, not able to make out any details other than the grass around her feet. She cursed under her breath at her own incompetence and her lack of suitable vision. That was, until she noticed long, stretching claw marks that had raked some of the plant life at her feet, leading to a tree raked with the same scores as the dirt. Kate let out a muffled gasp. Remains of charred feathers and scraps of crudely cut fur lay strewn across the area. It seemed as if a fight had broken out, but not between humans. What had seemed like a pasture was really something far more sinister.
This wasn't a meadow, this was a death trap; a battling pit.
…but who had she been pitted against?