Elros only laughs, eyes inhumanly bright. He won't call the wind to him again, or the sea - that would be cheating.

But he is King, and this is his land, and it knows him, and the Land holds its breath as it watches.

"I hear a lot of words, but see no action, Tiny Beast!" He retorts, and turns the yank backwards away from the punch into a roll aiming to sweep Gold Tooth's feet out from under him.