Light footed adventurer who is going to take this villain down with the ultimate power - the power of dance.
The gaudily dressed bard in the very low cut shirt and poofy trousers flounced into the crepuscular gloom of the Lord of Rot's throne room, deep inside the Miasma, mincing across ancient, chipped tiles, strewn with the dried blood and splintered bones of centuries of fallen heroes... until he reached the centre of the space.
An unexpected, unwelcome splash of colour in the Pit of Despair.
The first in many a decade.
"Is this... a joke?" The Lord Of Rot's sepulchral voice, powerful enough to topple city walls, boomed. The giant spectre haunting this world dwarfed the human, even at this distance.
The bard bowed, his flourish a hypnotic waterfall that seemed to repeat itself forever, leaving behind sparkling motes of light. Piercing green eyes flashed, holding the sucking voids where the Dark Spirit's would be. "Lord of Rot. My name is Diego Félix Gomez Santiago Tony de la Danza, and I have come to destroy you. Prepare to be blown away."
It was hard to place the noise, but it soon dawned on the would-be hero that the rattling was the foul creature's version of laughter. "You?!" More laughter, that slowly faded into silence. "I'm the Lord of Rot, pox upon your pathetic species for millennia, reaper of entire civilisations..." Its voice had reached a contemptuous crescendo, loud enough to rattle the pillars and rain aeons-old dust from the ceiling. "And who... are you?!"
Diego Félix Gomez Santiago Tony de la Danza explosively straightened and smoothly threw his hands in the air, his voluminous sleeves flaring out like butterfly wings. Sudden beams of light reflected off his glistening, bare chest and stabbed out to pierce and rip away the mask of ages, revealing the ancient Pit of Despair for what it was: a crumbling citadel, a relic of a bygone age. A ruin. "I... am the Lord of the Dance!"
It was at that moment that the Lord of Rot realised that the human's feet had never stopped moving since he entered the cavernous throne room, but not just that, they were now moving faster and faster still... and it felt the first tremor of fear in centuries...