The other centaurs, despite their embarrassment, found themselves contemplating the same question.
Elves were not known for their physical resilience. Compared to other races with tough skin and bulging muscles, they were rather delicate creatures.
The image of something of that magnitude entering them sent involuntary shivers down multiple spines.
Mavis, sensing she had the entire crowd eating out of the palm of her hand, pressed on without mercy.
"No wonder you managed to impregnate the entire village! With a weapon like that, one single shot could probably repopulate a whole continent!"
"You really are a glorious, terrifying donkey through and through!"
"MAVIS!" Sigrid finally screamed, her face practically glowing in the dark from sheer, unadulterated mortification. "THAT IS ENOUGH!"
Mavis threw her hands up in mock surrender, giggling playfully.
"Fine, fine! I'll stop! I won't say another word about the Hero's legendary donkey-cock!"
