ZOROASTRIAN

You climb onto the balcony rail, leap into space and grab the fabulously ornate chandelier. You sweep across the ballroom over the upturned startled faces of the elegant guests below. Reaching the other side you plunge your dagger into the thick brocade curtain. You descend the curtain in a beautifully controlled slide holding the dagger. You land gracefully and spin rapidly to twirl your cloak around you. You draw the magnificent sword left to you by your dying father and with a flick of your wrist describe a "z" in the air. You stare into the face of the treacherous Don Amado.

"I am here to avenge

CUT!

CUT!

CUT!

ZOROastrian not ZORROastrian