... in hand, I advance to the throwing line. It looks bulky and awkward, compared to some that have been thrown. Ah well!

"I will take a single throw, with my own spear." I announce to Cathbran and Vortigern.

I back up exactly nine paces, set, and run to the line. As i release the 'Gae Assail' I shout, "YBAR!" The spear sais from my hand with a will of its own. Up and up it arcs! The heavy head begins to glow with a white heat. Onlookers from nearby towns and villages look up to see a shooting star. When I feel the missile has travelled far enough I shout, "Anthybar!"

Some moments later, the great spear comes streaking towards us, flames erupting from the tip. It is heading directly at me. At the last possible moment, I step aside and grasp the shaft behind the still-smoking head. With a slight bow to the judges and other contestants, I retire to where I had earlier hung my cloak upon a tree limb.