{Neeza's eyes narrowed. She held out one of the greatswords, which the man took with a smirk. Then his smirk vanished and he swore in shock. As soon as Neeza let go of the sword the man fell, the sword weighing him down greatly.} "Don't underestimate me," {Neeza replied. Without a single strain, she picked up the sword, sheathing the greatsword with an intricate motion, showing she obviously knew good and well how to handle a sword.} "How much did that weigh?" {The shopkeeper, mystified, asked. One would have assumed Neeza was joking with her answer, but her gaze was dead serious.} "530 pounds, each."