"ah HA! I knew it!"

From the bottom of the steps climbed another. Hema ran upward, grasping the hilt of his sword from his back. The newcomer held his head high towards the crowd of people, and began to monologue upon starting up the stairwell. [i]"I knew that dark manipulation would lurk in lands such as this! Corrupt, spooky gods like yourself have no right to control such innocent, helpless wanderers! Now, approach me Doonim! For your judgement falls nigh-" One slip on the final step sent Hema up in the air, a cocky grin replaced with that of absolute fear. When gravity had finally decided to started up again, Hema crashed hard onto the temple's floor. His sword went sliding across said surface, and right to Dormin's very feet. With a defeated groan, he tried to pick himself up with no avail. He felt like a broken egg, and his mind scrambled equally. "Stand... stand back everyone... I got this one."

(I hope this was alright. :S)