[Rama] Devil of Newtown

"Excellent, much obliged, stranger. I am well versed in a number of dance styles." He looks at the man. "Green hair. What's up with that?" His devilishly handsome eyes twinkle with his joke.

He looks for the dancing gig, and how to apply.

"You are a raja. My thanks."

He turns the paper into the next open counter.

Rama asks, "If I had a license, what would the job pay?"

After learning the pay for the dancing gig, Rama goes outside. He'll find a quiet place to put this all together.

Could I busk for the money? Come see the Dancing Devil! He snorts, but can't deny the idea had appeal. Maybe the fire spheres could make it a real show.

He'll need a place to practice. Somewhere private and not flammable. He goes on another walk, looking for a place to practice integrating fire with one of his Bollywood dance routines. He doesn't want any viewers, that would be less people willing to pay.

With no good options, Rama finds a quiet spot in the park and goes through the routine he had in mind, not fully moving, just basic footwork. He looks for places to incorporate his fire spheres in the number.

He settles on starting the routine, summoning the spheres after the first break a minute in, then dancing with the spheres spinning around him. He thinks fire or electricity orbs would be the most flashy but practices with light orbs first.

He realizes that this will likely risk failure, as he does fail in his chosen summon spot, so he should probably start the routine only when he's successfully summoned the spheres.

Once he had the spheres in place Rama starts to move around paving out a dance number without actually dancing yet, having the spheres circle around him, slowly at first.

"Fire show," he says to the newcomer.

"I'm not a goblin; you know that, right?"

Fight!

His face opens wide with pleasure, his fangs glistening in the light from the fireball. "You have chosen... Death."

His eyes stare into the mugger's. He conjures up thoughts of his devil form growing, the whole park bursting into flame, chains reaching from the ground and flaying the flesh from innocent muggers.

Rama attempts to Parry the attack and them counter by slamming his flame sphere into the man.

Rama's anger burns brighter as his hard wrought flame sphere disappears. "Now I feed!" He launches forward, slashing with his sharp claws, fangs stretching wide.