Pema managed to finish the duck, and moved onto her next plate.
She lightly hit her chest with her fist a few times, beginning to feel the encroaching burn. She glanced over at Zilpher, who looked somewhat dazed from his massive consumptions, however, he continued to plow through his servings.
"That Dwarf man is a tough opponent. I underestimated him," Pema observed as she finished her seventh chicken breast, "But I'm no sloth, myself!"
"Slouch," Salem corrected.
"Mm-hm, I'm not that one, either!" She nodded with determination, fist pumped in the air, "I've never done this before, but.. I think it's time I unlock my true potential!"
Pema slowly raised her hand and then rested it on her hat, "It's not over yet..." She swiftly removed the hat from her head and tossed it aside, "Nothing holding me back now. A hero never runs away from a battle!"
She dived in for a pile of broiled goat slathered in thick gravy.
He sighed, "Pema, all you did was discard your hat. There's no-"
"Ah, I see you've taken off your hat, child," Zilpher exclaimed in a large, bellowing voice, "This means you've finally decided to reveal your true potential!"
"Oh, you better believe it!" Pema exclaimed confidently.
"Very well then... so shall I!" Zilpher tore off his leather arm bracelets, "I can feel it now! NO MERCY!" He shoveled Pulled Pork into his gullet.
"Yeah, let's finish this, Zilpher! Full power!" Pema cheered, vigorously eating corn on the cob.
"Wh-What is with you people? You haven't actually done anything!" Salem shouted, vaguely suspecting he was going mad from watching these two.
She arrived to her eighth plate of food, "I dunno, Salem, I'm definitely feeling a great force building up inside me. A force that will carry me through to the end!"
"... That's just gas... I hope someone has a medical remedy for you, after this is over..."