“Finish him, finish him.” The Sicilian was getting peeved. “Succeed since Inigo failed us.”
“But I can’t fence, I don’t know how to fence—”
“Your way.” The Sicilian could barely control himself now.
“Oh yes, good, my way, thank you, Vizzini.” Fezzik said to the hunchback. Then, summoning all his courage: “I need a hint.”
“You’re always saying how you understand force, how force belongs to you. Use it, I don’t care how. Wait for him behind there—” he pointed to a sharp bend in the mountain path—” and crush his egg like an eggshell.” He pointed to the cannonball-sized rocks.
“I could do that, yes.” Fezzik nodded. He was marvelous at throwing heavy things. “It just seems not very sportsmanlike, doesn’t it?”