[And Zidane has had just about enough of lizard-man. Even Amarant wasn't this big of a jerk. Usually he's more patient, but nothing about this day has gone right and it's not helping. He does a simple side step maneuver and manages to free the fabric of his shirt from the man...pickle...thing and an eye blink later there's a long dagger pointed in Piccolo's direction. It would be right at the tip of his nose - if his opponent where his height. But he'll settle for the collarbone.]

"Normally." he said in a would be calm voice if not for the edge creeping into the tone. "People introduce themselves when they first meet. And until invited they don't invade anothers personal space. No offense, but you aren't my type. And they don't manhandle people trying to help them. Now why don't you behave like an adult and I'll tell you what's going on?"