<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">As usual, the crowd of people were absolutely flabbergasted by his show. It was generally the same trick presented a different way, but he was glad the people didn't notice this, and if they did, they enjoyed themselves anyway. That was the purpose after all. The city needed a few more happy faces anyway, so why not put his work to use? <br/><br/>The crowd continued to grow, and as a result, he use larger tricks so those in the back weren't left out. Fire and water lunged into the air and collided, dissipating as they counteract one another. He spun balls of water at the crowd before quickly heating them up with fire, causing the water to disperse in a soft mist. People flinched as things got close, but always laughed at the outcome, for they were entertaining and usually comical.<br/><br/>But it wasn't until some improv slapstick entered his act that it could be considered an actual comedy. The man threw another ball of water into the air, creating one more each time it reached his hand until he was juggling them. The crowd was entertained, even with the wind picking up and some of them getting a chill down their spine. Smiling as he focused on the splashing and falling water balls, he adjusted his position according to how far forward or back he threw them, but it was too late to dodge the rough umbrella by the time he saw it. The large object landed on his chest at first, causing the man to let out a soft, surprised "Oof!".But the wind continued to push it, and it scaled him until it covered his face. As a result, the young man lost the water and it splashed onto the ground and onto him. The umbrella continued on it's way though and finally passed the man as he stumbled backwards. It floated in the air for several second until the wind died down, and it plummeted into the nearby fountain. <br/><br/> </span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The man looked startled at first, running his hands through his light, blonde hair, his blue eyes looking at the crowd. Most of everyone else was just as surprised as he was, but he spotted a woman in the crowd who looked like she just got done stumbling forward. Probably after her umbrella. It was obvious who had lost their belonging. The performer smiled  and turned around, jogging over to the fountain, exclaiming to the crowd,"One second!" <br/><br/>The fountain was rather large in size, due to it being the main attraction in the square, so the young man had to climb over the marble slab of a side and trudge his way through the knee deep water to retrieve it. When he did though, he opened the umbrella, shook out what water he could, and then closed it, trudging along back and heading out. Now only his torso was dry, for the water had splashed his head and the fountain soaked his shoes and pants. His shoes slushed with each step and he left watery foot prints behind him, be he eventually made it back to the crowd. <br/><br/>First, he held out the young lady's umbrella, waiting with a smile until she took it. "A little windy out today, no?" He laughed. He briefly flicked some of his wet hair out of his face. </span></span></span></td></tr></table>