A large creature with the upper torso of a muscular lizardfolk barrels clomps into the arena. Its lower torso resembles the body of a wingless dragon with large, clawed feet and a spiked tail that whips from side to side as the thing stares menacingly at Wedgy. Sszalor is covered in a coat of thick, forest-green scales that fade into a pale yellow along his belly. A large, pinkish-orange crest sits atop his reptillian head, above angry black eyes and a mouth full of glistening teeth. The dracotaur digs his claws into the dirt floor and tightens his grip on a large spear, holding it towards the angry rodent. He furrows his spined brow and stares the beast in the eyes, daring it to approach.
Moving to 60N10E and setting the spear against a charge.
edit: Just fixing a glaring grammatical error.