The sheer backness of Dethman momentarily overwhelmed Jazz, who stirred exorbitantly within the shadowy realm of dew-kissed grass and incoherently muttered something along the lines of "as a tower of ivory". After several moments, Jazz finally struggled into a sitting position and stared awkwardly toward Dethman, who merely glared back at him as though eying an old rival or ex-girlfriend. Or iCeD.