"I believe that you misunderstand, you, which are not entirely elven. I meant not that those three literally. If you choose might, you might challenge me to battle, to merely arm wrestling, or such. Mind could be a battle of riddles, games of skill, or magic. Spirit might be of simple chance or a battle of pure will." The figure spoke calmly, her body not quite touching the ground, wafting on the breeze, as it quickly became obvious that she was simply air, or perhaps wind, taken a physical form.