"Well, if I can't be the king of the noodle arms, I will settle, at least, on having them be some of the fastest on Caido." Lucas winked to the bard, standing over his chosen hunk of rubble with his hands on his hips; an exaggerated pose that many a weight-lifter would know. "Over my head, hm? Not enough just to lift it - you'd like me to risk concussion as well." He smirked, though he nodded obligingly.
"Very well. And we can't taste anything, or get drunk. But who said I was talking about alcohol?" With a fanged grin, he leant down, braced with his legs and hauled the chunk of rubble up and into the air. Make it over his head he did, hands pressed hard against it, but it would be up to Jigano and his count of ten to see if he succeeded.
"Very well. And we can't taste anything, or get drunk. But who said I was talking about alcohol?" With a fanged grin, he leant down, braced with his legs and hauled the chunk of rubble up and into the air. Make it over his head he did, hands pressed hard against it, but it would be up to Jigano and his count of ten to see if he succeeded.
