The smoke was not quick to dissipate, though the light breeze that was constant at these heights did help speed it along. D'Angelo took all that time to once again run through the array of lens's he wore on his necklace, he stopped on the blue tinted lens and was transfixed by what he saw. Since the cloud of dark smoke was not magical it did nothing to hinder the magic of his lens. But what exactly D'Angelo was seeing he hadn't the slightest idea. It was clear to him that the tattoos were a at the heart of whatever was happening, or rather, to him it looked like they were responsible for transporting whatever sort of magic was at work.

Again, no answers, only more questions.

He watched even as the smoke faded and Jahar stepped out of the other side, his mouth moving with insults. They made D'Angelo smile in turn. Of course Jahar didn't want to come up here, up on this uneven footing D'Angelo's training and array of magical items gave him every advantage. He made no move to reply, again he knew that Jahar was employing the same tactic that D'Angelo had failed at earlier. D'Angelo reached for his belt again.

He removed a small wooden instrument and for a moment held it in two hands than looked at Jahar as if debating to throw it. Clearly he decided against the action when he put the Ocarina to his lips and began to play a rather up-beat, fast paced song. They were at a stalemate it seemed. D'Angelo, not knowing what sort of magic was coursing through Jahar was extremely hesitant to go fight the man, while Jahar likely recognized the folly of fighting D'Angelo on a ground of his choosing.

If Jahar did nothing than D'Angelo would stop after roughly a half-minute of playing and let out a little laugh. "Music calms the beast they say." He paused and slipped the instrument away. "I can still feel whatever magic your using, whatever it is that your tattoos do, I do not know. You claim I am afraid? No, Butcher, I am not afraid of you...nor do I take you seriously." He spun on his heel and gestured to the blood moon in the sky.

"You have hired the Veiled-Ones to come kill you. So, clearly you know what we do. Yet you decided the battle-ground and demand open combat. While we are not assassins, though I do not expect a man like you to understand the difference, we employ similar methods. Most of the Veiled-Ones are not warriors in the traditional sense. If another had come in my place they would have likely left the moment they realized it was a set-up and struck you when the situation best suited them. However...curiosity has always been a weakness of mine."

He leveled his eyes back on Jahar, one hand still raised up as if supporting the dark blood red moon in his palm. "A coward? No. I merely recognized a superior fighting position and am utilizing it to its maximum effectiveness. Even a warrior of your particular skill-set should understand that. Yet, if you cannot find a way to match me then I will come down to your level." He finished with a smile and raised one foot, as if ready to drop off the roof back onto the sand below.