"I was her master, yes."

Closing his eyes he examined the darkness, enveloped in it. His thoughts became one with him as he released the pole and steped out into the street once more

"Dakkon I presume"

[i]His eyes remained closed, even in the light. The clarity of sense would be as much help to him now as the calmness of mind. He bowed gracefully in the wrong direction as the grin crossed his lips once more.

"Perhaps, once."

He shook his head in self chastisation.

"You can call me the cosmic jester now."

The words were said with all the seriousness and conviction of a holopreacher. He was not bitter, just something strange that the other could not place. As the man bowed in the wrong direction, Dakkon knew he was, in escence, taking the piss.

"Its not nice to be condescending to someone you've just met."

"And whats to stop me hmm?

He snickered lightly, but loudly enough to be heard

"A bleeding heart hmm? Jester of the galaxy?"

[i]He turned and faced Dakkons life force, he still had his eyes closed and was merely feeling out where Dakkons energies were strongest.

The treeman got no reaction from his snigger, but his comment about bleeding hearts caused the slightest of flinches. But even worse was the fact that it was followed up by the other probing him.

That @#%$ is searching for weakness.

His reaction was typically defensive, a flare of anger sending a pulse of the force away from him, slightly stunning the Others senses. Dakkons hands moved up in a automatic gesture, but he held himself in check.

"Stupidity tends to be ones greatest obsticle in any endeavour, and thats no more true here, friend."

"Is that so? The wife teach you that one?"

He felt the boiling inside, the raw strength of the force bristled from his person. Strength taped from the darkside, strength taped from anger

"Are you normally so enragable, or does that come from the years of training im sure one of your stature must have undergone..."

Mother @#%$!

The low blow bit deep, but Dakkon was in fighting mode now. Never once had he been talked down to without giving back. Even Emperor Fearsons had come to fear his apprentices sharp tongue.

"I think a little from colomn A, a little from colomn B.

Or maybe you're just an ass hole."

Concise, lacking in intelligence perhaps, but it certainly delievered his point home. This guy was getting in his face, and there was nothing he liked better.

"Could be, could be..."

He clenched his fists before opening his palms as the humming started again. He turned his back to the other man, no longer regarding him physicaly

"But somehow I just know its more you than me"