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	Tiny's head snapped over to it, as if he had heard whatever was lurking. Slowly, he raises his staff, and smiled. "...I suggest you come out of the shadows. I'm an old man, it's not like you'd have much of a fight against me anyway. I'd at least prefer to see what's going to kill me..." 
	It was a bluff of course. Tiny had heard the hissing, and now was confronted with a foe he knew nothing about. He was stalling, waiting to see what it was, so he could fight it. Some how. Some way. He felt panic coursing though his veins, an old familiar rush. Was he going to die here? For once, he bothered to ask that question..it'd been so long..since he cared enough to.