A Task for Kiera: best a strongman in a wrestling match, or lose 'gracefully'

A man approached the group of them, his massive figure easily observable above the rest of the crew, as he stood head and shoulders over most of them. His sparse upper garment showed off a significant amount of tan skin, and his body was muscular to degree that far outstripped every other member of the crew, and indeed most human men any of the Bravos had met before.

"You've got quite the blade there." He said, his voice a deep rumbling tone that felt like rocks shifting. His eyes turned form Kiera to the massive two handed sword strapped to her back, then back to her hard, serious face. The weapon itself may was of a size that looked almost to large even for the massive man, and was likely heavier than several of the smaller member of the Bravos.

"That is is." Kiera responded bluntly. The man grunted his acknowledgement.

"Must be a strong woman that can pick up such a weapon, much less swing it around." he mused, hand tracing over the full beard on his chin. "I figure I've got a challenge that'll be interesting for both of us."

"You want me to pin you down and make you call me mommy?" Kiera's face finally split into a small smile. "Reckon a strong man like you's probably got some weird secret kink up in that head of yours."

The man's smile only grew. "Something like that. What do you say we have ourselves a little wrestling match? If you manage to win, the point is yours. When you lose, though, as long as you can make it interesting enough, I'll give you double."

Kiera smiled, setting down her sword and starting to unbuckle her armor. "It's a shame I'll only be walking away with one point, then."

"Oh, and one more thing." the man said. Behind him, the sailors were starting to back away, forming a ring with their bodies. "Keep that weird fucking arm of yours in line, alright?"

Kiera nodded, after some rummaging around she found a burlap sack and slid it over her symbiotic limb to keep it from acting up too much.