(SilverChaos...can we please put in a posting order? I'm already starting to get lost and I really want to do this story. it is cool already. Please just consider it.)<br/><br/>Tyme looks at the man. "Hmm? Why do you look familiar? Aren't you on those viagra commercials?" he says smartassedly. "Been a long time." he says. Glaring at his life long rival and long time ago friend. He looks at the woman. "Why are chicks so damn pigheaded?" he asks outloud. "Wonder where Fate is?" he mutters. Drawing twin scymitars. One orangish yellow like the sun on a very hot day. The other opal white like the moon on a cloudless night. "Let's tango old...<span style="font-style: italic">Friend</span>" he practically spat the word friend out in disgust. And just bops his ex-friend on the head with the flat of his blade. And spiral around. "Look Miss whoever the hell you are...your gonna need my help. Or your going to die. There is no third option."