The Tavern was filled with cheers and boasts as the customers all gathered around a table. As two other customers locked arms in a arm wrestling match with a determined growls as they attempted to pin each other's wrists. A large anthro bull, and a anthro equine mare. Both grunting as their arms flexed, before the Mare soon smirked going to brutally slam the larger warrior down knocking the table over as he groaned in defeat holding his arm.

The mare slammed her hands onto the table throwing her arms up into a victory flex as she stood up tall. Well as much as a anthro shetland could do.

"Who else wants a chance with the she demon? Come on!" Her eyes scanned over the crowd. Some already held bruised arms. While others dared not to try as they shuffled back into to their seats. As she repressed a pout. This wasn't out of the ordinary. Her skills often caused any of the potential suitors to back out. They could at least try. Or try again for some. She snorted, going to sit back in her table. Downing her ale. Tapping her fingers on the wood in a soft drum.