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[h1][color=FF0000][i]TARUM[/i][/color][/h1]
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The ringing in his ears became louder. And louder, to the point of discomfort, yet quickly subsided and to his delight, was replaced with something else. At first they were muffled sounds, as if coming from a distance, yet gradually becoming louder and much clearer. The music, the laugher of those around, the groan of the unfortunate fellow lying on the floor next to him. It all became clear in moments. Tarum smiled, he could [i]hear[/i] again. Yet before he had a chance to do anything, he heard some other person shout, clearly aimed at him.

“[i]Most of that was unneeded! He’s not as strong as you![/i]”

Great. Someone was going to play the white knight for that guy Tarum head-butted earlier. He turned his gaze to face this new presence….and was left confused when he saw a muscular man dressed in nothing but a heavily decorated pair of underwear, boots to match and a rather flamboyant mask. Well…. The situation could hardly become any [u][i]weirder[/i][/u] could it? The Beast-Man was silently examining this…well…[i]wrestler[/i], his mouth agape for lack of words. This confusion did not last as the ‘hero’ continued.

"[i]You took his drink and beat the crap out of him. Por que?[/i]"

A faint chuckle escaped him. “[b]Kehehe..[/b] ”Tarum clenched his fist and tighten his grip on the metal staff, the orb on its top burning with increased intensity and wisps of fire escaping from his fist. He never used magic before…not to his memory anyway…but he felt as if it was all connected to his instinct, like riding a bike, once you get a grip of it you never forget and even after years and years of not practicing you can still instinctually get the hang of it. Perhaps this would-be-white-knight would prove an excellent guinea pig for his newfound powers. Tarum narrowed his burning gaze on the masked man as he continued his sentence “[b]He bothered me. I would say that is reason enough. And now…[i]YOU[/i] are bothering me as well…musclehead…[/b]” The wrestler was clearly physically stronger than him, yet no one and nothing is impervious to fire and Tarum had magic on his side. 

However, before anyone could do anything remotely hostile, both Tarum and the wrestler were being dragged away…or attempted anyway…by none other than the blonde lady he was holding a few minutes ago. “[i]Yes. Get away. Private. Good. Let’s go![/i]” she intoned with flushed cheeks and rather shocked expression plastered on her face, as if she had just witnessed a whole room-full of ghosts. Her attempts, needless to say, were not bearing fruit as she only managed to slightly nudge Tarum and the wrestler into the direction of the wooden pathway. With an irritated grunt, Tarum effortlessly snapped his arm from the woman’s grasp “[b]What is your problem?![/b]” he barked at her, turning his attention to the wrestler only for a moment to say “[b]We are not finished here..[/b]” with a menacing gaze before he returning to the woman. He clasped his free hand on her shoulder to keep her steady and lowered his burning orange gaze to meet the blue of the blonde’s eyes. She was obviously frightened…no, terrified by something, something other than Tarum. Sensing that maybe she knows something of some import, the Beast-Man narrowed his gaze and relaxed his formerly irritated expression, asking her calmly and clearly.

“[b]What. Is. Wrong?[/b]” 
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