The clouds above Zidourn turn to flame and begin to spiral menacingly downward. Suddenly as if emerging through the gates of hell, a tall athletic form escapes the bottum of the tower of flames.His long silver hair whips madly as he lands on his feet.His feet just happened to land on the crotch and knee of the fallen warrior. "Is someone begging for the flames of healing?" The tall figure turned his flame eyes down to look upon the fallen warrior. "Oh Zid, back for fifteen minutes and you already have a slut on you."