*Eyes widening, he just manages to catch Sa'dhem approaching at high speed*
Zev: Allez oup!
*He narrowly manages to cartwheel out of the way*
*Sa'dhem pierces the sand with his short spear, before removing it*
*Turning, Sa'dhem immediately fires a bolt of pale purple energy from his spear's head*
Zev: *Almost dodges, but shoulder is burned* Crap...!! *Shoulder regenerates slowly*
Sa'dhem: You've gotten sloppy, Raregroove. Is this really the man I used to be afraid of...?
Zev: Yeah, yeah, go ahead and kick me while I'm down.
Sa'dhem: I can now see why you tried to squirm your way out of this fight.
Zev: Oh, shut up!
Sa'dhem: *Chuckles darkly* I guess you couldn't imitate Ethereal magic, could you?
Zev: Hold on you guess what now?
Sa'dhem: Hmmm...?
Zev: Oh, right! Totally forgot I could do that! Thanks for reminding me, man.
Sa'dhem: ...Sh##. I should have kept my mouth shut.
Namah: Don't worry. You're not the first, and I doubt you'll be the last.
*Meanwhile, Zev has dismissed his cleaver weapon*
Zev: *Is gathering streams of misty, indigo energy into upturned palms*
Sa'dhem: *Charges* Regardless, there is no way an imitator can use Ethereal magic properly!!
Zev: Ka'merel jakir zel'muthra kil'lerid jakir! *Releases a wide pulse of indigo energy*
Sa'dhem: Seeing this, now I just feel silly. *Impacted by the spell* GYAAAAARRRRRGGGHHH!!
*The spell sends Sa'dhem flying, until he impacts the wall of the dome*
Zev: Jakir lerid! *Fires a narrow, indigo beam*
*On impact, the beam releases a medium-size explosion*
Sa'dhem: Hrrrk!! *Pants, struggling to get up*
*Abruptly, the dome surrounding them starts to fade*
Sa'dhem: Damn...The dome...Ran out of...Energy...! I'll have to...End this...With...A decisive...Blow!!
*He sees that Zev and Namah are walking away calmly*
Sa'dhem: Raregroove!! Get back here, this isn't over!!
Zev: Yes it is - That last spell paralyzed your limbs.
Sa'dhem: *Snarls as he discovers that this is true* Come back here, you yellow b#####d!! I'll find some way to kill you!!
Zev: Namah, is the man I just defeated still speaking as if we care?
Namah: It is difficult to say, Zev.
Sa'dhem: GYAAAAAHHH!! *Pants, falling still*
...
Sa'dhem: ...What...?
*Two minutes later, as Sa'dhem's paralysis starts to wear off, a figure approaches*
*He is a humanoid with dark crimson skin, a silver right eye with no left eye, a short, blunted muzzle, shoulder-length, messy white hair, and narrow limbs with white talons on his hands and feet. His torso and lower arms are draped in gray robings that are little more than rags, and he wears loose brown pants tied down at the shins with gray, dusty bandages that also wrap around his feet*
Sa'dhem: Who...Are you...!?
???: *In an English accent* My name...Is Wekiga.
Sa'dhem: But...But...Wekiga is...!!
Wekiga?: The spirit partially inhabiting Raregroove's body?
Sa'dhem: Well...Yes.
Wekiga?: Heh. Well, that will be explained in detail later, my friend. *Kneels down before Sa'dhem*
Sa'dhem: What do you want from me, monster...!?
Wekiga?: Your soul. *Places hand over Sa'dhem's chest, gathering faint wisps of magenta energy*
Sa'dhem: Huh!? But - Uuurgh... *Slumps, before bandages start to sag*
Wekiga?: Hmhmhm...*Gazes down at the flickering, pale green sphere in his grasp, before it is absorbed into his palm*
*Chuckling, Wekiga(?) strolls into an alley*
Wekiga?: Heheheh...I look forward to meeting you, Zev and Namah.
*He fades into the shadows...*