Let her alone,' said the enkanto, 'or I will curse you blind, lame, and worse. ' The old man laughed. 'I'm a curse breaker, fool. ' The elf grabbed one of the Jim Beam bottles from the table and slammed it down, so that he was holding a jagged glass neck. The elf smiled a very thin smile. 'Then I won't bother with magic.
You still have that competitive thing where you want to try to make hits. That won't go away, unless the mayor of show business says my time's up.