"Now you just wait a franken second. I would say I am more skilled at tossing off than any of you here. I do believe I get a shot at a prize do I not." Widimir looks over at Ingvoldr "Though I can image what would be better than I have already."

Ingvoldr smiled back and winked at him.

"Besides, its after noon somewhere I am in need of relieving this horny of ale." Widimir grabbed his horn and downed it.

"Let me show you how its done!"

Widimir reached into his belt to pull out the dagger, realized that one was just to use with Ingvoldr. Seeing some cutlery on a nearby table he scooped up three of Brunhilda's finest knives.

Getting his turn he took aim at the center, squinting his eyes and biting his tongue as it stook out his mouth. His thick arm pulled back and with the sound of a bird in the air proceeded to toss the knife right between the eyes of the boar's head to the right of the intended target.

He cringed, than straightened up.

"No see what happens when you know what your doing," he grin sheepishly. Looking between the now daggered boar and the repeatedly pieced wooden target everyone else hit.

"If I am ever beset by angry trees I would want you figthing by my side but if there was a ragging beast it appears I am the only man to stop it."