“I would’ve put my money on Drake,” Cassius said, leaning in and talking closely into Eli’s ear without pulling his eyes away from the match. “He’s so much bigger than Danyen.”
“Yes, but Danyen is lithe and quick,” Eli reminded his competition. “Size and strength isn’t always everything.”
Cassius let out a low rumble of a chuckle and pounded Eli on the back hard enough to jar him forward from the waist up. “True, true. Suppose we’ll find out.”
Eli hoped that would be the case. Despite Cassius’s observation that strength and girth were most important, Eli would be willing to take him on—in the joust anyway. A fist fight might be another story.
