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"... brittle bones." The Shem stopped talking.
"So you think elves are weaker than you are?"
"Yes." The man's stolid face moved into a slight smirk.
"I have a wager for you then. I wager my bow that I can do a feat of strength that you can not."
The Ash Warrior laughed. "Elf, I will gladly take your bow."
"Are you willing to risk your axe?"
"Done. No elf could ever best me."
"We'll see. All you have to do to win is do exactly what I'm about to do."
Voirrey Mahariel carefully removed her pack and spread out her blanket. She then laid her bow, pack, dagger and helm on it.
A small crowd had begun to gather.
Taking a deep breath, the Dalish Warrior rolled her body into a full handstand.
The Ash Warrior Leader's smile vanished.
She then shifted her weight onto one hand. She was now standing only on her right hand. Slowly she bent her elbow and did a one handed push up. She lowered herself yet again and with a grunt threw herself back onto her feet.
Voirrey bowed. "Your turn, ser"
The man's eyes bugged "How...?" He slowly looked ill.
"Your turn, ser".
"I, I, I must forfeit. I can not do that."
"You may give me your axe after the battle. I would not cripple a warrior on the eve of battle."
"My thanks, ser". For the first and last time in his life, the young man was polite to an elf.