Vax was skinny. Not for an elf, but... He was a ropey motherfucker, is what he was. Lean, but densely corded with muscle. For deft strikes, and dodging, and...shoving into pools?

"You give... The nicest gifts," Vax insisted with joviality, though it probably wasn't clear which of them he was talking to. He twisted and pushed in one smooth surge of motion, to throw all their easily redistributed (wobbly) weight into his hip aligned with Kashaw. ...Of course, that meant that Vax himself was definitely going to follow, pickled as he was, and Percy's odds of keeping his footing probably weren't good either. But it totally counted as throwing Kash into the pool, he'd decided already.