Disoriented and gagged by nasty purple crap, Oz rolled through the air in Dacer's general direction. He skidded across the ground and kept tumbling comically past the stare down group. Finally he slid to a halt leaving a viscous trail of slime in his wake.

	Oz rolled onto his stomach, lifted himself up and vomited horrible purple goo all over the ground. After he'd finished dry heaving for an uncomfortably long moment he turned to look at the two fighters still standing about a short distance away and likely staring at him. It was difficult to tell, there was a pinkish blob over one eye and blood crusted on the other. [color=violet]"What? You guys look like.. Uh.. what do you look like..?"[/color] He trailed off and brought one knee up so he could use his good hand to clear his eyes. He got a good look at Jeff and Dacer. [color=violet]"Who's the furry..?"[/color] He paused mid-sentence as the truth dawned on him. [color=violet]"Oh. Uh, that's right it's Dacer.."[/color]