Travis sat across the table from a large burly man in a lumberjack's flannels with a voluminous beard. Both spat into their hands, then slammed their elbows on the table before locking their grips together.

"Ready?!" the judge called, putting his hands over theirs. "On your mark...get set..."

They locked eyes. Travis grinned. The lumberjack snorted like a bull and tensed his arm.

"Go!"

There was a flash of light, and the lumberjack stared in awe as his own meaty fist was now suddenly dwarfed by a gigantic bear's paw with blue fur. But he quickly regained his composure, and both contestants grunted as they engaged in a battle of muscle. Their arms trembled, but slowly, inches at a time, Travis gained the upper hand. The lumberjack sucked air, a vein popping in his forehead. He halted the boy's advance...even managed to start pushing back! Travis grinned maniacally and leaned forward. There was a moment of hesitance as they reached a stalemate...

Then Travis let out a roar of triumph as he slammed his opponent's arm down on the table, practically tipping the platform.

"And your champion--still reigning after seven matches--Trrrraaaavis ZIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGlaaaaaaaaaaaar!" The mage stood up in his seat, clasping his normal hand inside the bear's and shaking both fists at the crowd.

"Ain't using magic cheatin'!?" the big man said, shaking his sore arm.

"Dude, this is a mage's guild festival! Using magic is half the fun!" Travis said. His arm transformed back with another light show, and he rotated his shoulder with a popping sound as he smirked. "But if ya wanna go again, I'll give ya a rematch, and no spells this time! I'll still win!" Turning his head towards the sky arrogantly, he laughed loudly.