Jack simply smiles, as he walks next to him. He stood confidently, twirling the knife around his fingers absentmindedly, not even looking as the blade sweeps around, narrowly avoiding removing his fingers each swing. "Say, elf. How fast do you think a bow is? Fast enough? From this distance, do you think I could push your bow aside before you hit me? Because if I do, I can kill you before you notch another arrow." Jack smiles at the elf, licking his lips. "I'm willing to bet my life on it. Are you? If so, shoot me. We'll take a gamble, and one of us will die. You or me. Well, elf? How fast do you think your bowstring moves?"