"Hell yes I had to," the Boss answered with a laugh, re-orienteering himself to the Training Grounds after the initial disorientation of transit had passed.  The two of them were alone; it seems the angel of death had either wandered off into one of the many hallways branching off from the main hall, or another had popped in and challenged him too... and, as he spotted the second window, with both combatants out and resting, it became the second.  "If you think for one goddamn second that I was going to let you do the shadow... whatsit... whozitbobber... that thing you did, a second time," he added, "you have got to think I am more of an idiot than I look."<br/><br/>He found a chair and pulled it where he could get a good look at both arenas displays.  "So what's your story, Morgan?" the Boss asked, sprawling to make himself comfortable in it.  "So far we have an angel of death, some Arab chick, some guy who was trying to talk her down when last I looked, and you who does a slashy cutty shadow thing.  The hell was that, anyway?"