Grinning with a force that he likely hadn't shown since his first time getting laid, the man gestured for everyone to clear the fighting sand pit.  It seemed as though the Queen and her advisor were right on time for the show.  The bear was a bit unsteady on his feet, with the strange dwarven drink strong enough even to get a bear tipsy, but the proud roar showed that he would make sure to put on a great show.<br/><br/>The pit was maybe ten feet in diameter, with the set up to allow both sides to enter without a surprise.  People quickly piled around, many murmuring that he'd never pull it off and a few even taking bets.  Even the chariot stopped long enough for royalty to watch...an excellent result for Sparrow.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC for Sparrow</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sparrow, please give me a +Dex check if you want to try to loot something from the chariot.</div></div><br/>The man flexed his rippling chest, shouting a wordless challenge at the bear, who roared his drunken fish breath in return, and they were off into the challenge.  Rippling muscle pushed against pounding flesh, hair against fur, with the bear slowly figuring out what was going on.  Once that happened, though, the man didn't stand a chance.  Ehtenal had him pinned the same way he could force down pretty much anything else, but let up once someone brought the bucket close enough for the bear to smell the strange-smelling composite.<br/><br/>Applause peppered through the area, even from the queen, and jeers broke out from the crowd.  "Thought you could take a bear, did ya?" one of the spinsters yelled.  "What, five years now ya been bragging?"<br/><br/>Ignoring them, he nodded to Lanethe.  "One gold per match, and I'll have them keep bringing out the Stonemead to keep him happy."  He offered her a hand to seal the deal.