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The four bodies remained limp, each lying at one corner of the rustic temple square. A deranged white chameleon stood in its center, his tall frame stooped and chest heaving as he inhaled sharply. His blackened violet shirt sliced and his scaled flesh winking through. The full sleeves were no longer recognizable and the breeches now hung in strips from his thighs. He reached a large, shaking claw and wiped the trickle of foam from his thin mouth. Slowly he straightened his slightly muscled body into an upright position, and looked around cautiously. The worry melted into a beam of triumph on his bloody face as his opponents lifeless bodies, r