[color=aba000][center]Collaboration between [@PrivateVentures] and [@Darach][/center][/color]
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	Dali, startled by Saiorse's coin suddenly in his face, yelped involuntarily. [color=39b54a]"It's just a ssstory! Zsaakeo almighty! You people and thisss sstory!"[/color] He gestured toward the redheaded sorceror. [color=39b54a]"You and that guy both!"[/color] Dali was indignant at this point. Not only had his performance been interrupted, but suddenly, come to find out, humans had a serious problem with this particular legend. He'd always thought it was a good story, but he never realized people would take it so seriously. [color=39b54a]"And you!"[/color], he turned to the wizard. [color=39b54a]"Shooting indissscriminate fire in town and yelling at public performers! Have you losst your head?"[/color] Dali had taken one step too far. The night was otherwise quiet, the silence punctuated by the chirping of crickets and the rustling of night beasts.

	A grumbler roared nearby as Chama's body tensed and he turned toward Dali, a savage look in his eye.

	Chama's body froze in place. [color=orange]"What did you just say?"[/color] Chama's voice was so low it caused his hooded cloak to vibrate. Chama's father had been beheaded in his sleep. It was the last memory he had of him. Anytime the reference is made he losses more then his temper. More likely he loses all control. [color=orange]"lost my head, LOST MY HEAD!"[/color] Chama bellowed as he turned on his heel to face Dali. [color=orange]"I will show you who's head will be lost, you drunken Gecko!"[/color] Chama's eyes were glowing fiercly, His hair floating on an invisible breeze as it took on its own light. Ash seeped from Chama's nostils and the edges of his mouth. He pulled back his cloak and revealed his arms wrapped in chains connected to two Scythes on either end with bejeweled hilts. Chama stepped forward with his left foot and centered himself. With another motion the chains freed themselves and dangled a couple of inches from the ground. He gripped the scythes in hand and angled at Dali.  [color=orange]"I do hope your bite matches your Sssmart mouth Ssssnake!"[/color] Chama mocked Dali as he shook off his cloak and revealed a scale like chain mail wrapped around his body. [color=orange]"Fight me!"[/color] Chama snarled, [color=orange]"What's there to be afraid of? Your scales should be more then enough to keep you alive."[/color] Chama continued to mock Dali. [color=orange]"Better yet, how about I just bring the fight to you!"[/color] Chama yelled as he dashed forward, planting his right foot a few feet from Dali and releasing his Scythes. He grabbed the chains they were attached to and rotated 360 degrees violently. The Scythes Reached out in a 2 foot radius and aimed to sever anything in their paths.

	Dali was appalled. This heckler had not only interrupted a fun show, but now had literally shouted "Fight me" before actually drawing his weapons and engaging. Dali shouted, [color=39b54a]"WHAT, WHY?"[/color] as Chama whipped his scythes to bear, and begain spinning. [color=39b54a][i]Literally spinning[/i][/color], Dali thought as he hit the dirt, his new adversary's blades whirling over his head. His hat flew off and caught one of the blades, leaving a ragged hole in the brim. He shouted a prayer aloud, as the scythes spun over him. [color=39b54a]"ZSAAKEO BEFORE ME, ZSAAKEO BEHIND ME-"[/color] This was his only option. He feared fire above anything, save amputation, and already had seen this man hurl a flame down a long bridge. He visualized a dozen of himself, hoping to confuse his attacker. [color=39b54a]"-ZSAAKEO ABOVE ME, ZSAAKEO BELOW ME-"[/color] Adrenaline rushed and norepinephrine flowed copiously as he lay, face pressed into the dirt, praying, and imagining himself an army. If Dali had sweat glands, the dirt would have become mud in seconds.