You believe Zamn is nearby, but out of sight.
IR>sear
You search around for a moment.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
You see signs that someone is about, but fail to discover their location.
IR>sear
You search around for a moment.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
You notice Zamn, who is quite obviously attempting to remain hidden.
IR>
Atazai says, "Yeah, but they don't give back to the community."
IR>'Oh
From out of thin air you say, "Oh."
IR>throw zamn
You fade into view!
Face what?
< Driving in like an adept combatant, you throw a rusted spear wrapped with a crude hemp grip at Zamn.  Zamn partially blocks with a small dark shield embossed with the Arkarm family crest.  The spear lands an extremely heavy hit that rips the entire left arm from its socket, lightly stunning him.
That would have stuck if there was anything left to stick to!
The rusted spear falls to the ground!
[You're invigorated, weak, solidly balanced and in dominating position.]
[Roundtime 2 sec.]
R>invoke
A rusted spear wrapped with a crude hemp grip suddenly leaps toward you!  You catch the spear easily your right hand.
>throw zamn
You turn to face Zamn.
< Moving in with powerful grace, you throw a rusted spear wrapped with a crude hemp grip at Zamn.  Zamn barely blocks with a small dark shield embossed with the Arkarm family crest.  The spear lands an extremely heavy hit that rips the left leg from the hip socket, making a wet popping sound.
That would have stuck if there was anything left to stick to!
The rusted spear falls to the ground!
[You're invigorated, weak, solidly balanced and in dominating position.]
[Roundtime 3 sec.]
R>
Asrea holds a silver-edged cambrinth choker in both hands and closes her eyes in concentration.
R>
You sense the equilibrium of the Dragon present within you, stabilizing your stance.

R>invoke
...wait 1 seconds.
R>invoke
...wait 1 seconds.
>throw zamn
>
What are you trying to throw?
>invoke
A rusted spear wrapped with a crude hemp grip suddenly leaps toward you!  You catch the spear easily your right hand.
>invoke
Assassin Zamn limps west.
>
You don't have any bonds to invoke!
>invoke
You don't have any bonds to invoke!
>w
You stride west.
[The Crossing, Flamethorn Way]
Trellises woven of strips of wicker and cane cover the front of the Herbalist's Shop here.  Vines cling gratefully to the walls, their tendrils seeking ever-tighter grips around the crosspieces of the trellises.  Ivy, morning glory, honeysuckle, jasmine and leafy green creepers all compete in the upward race for light and moisture, making the facade of the shop look more like an ancient ruin than the thriving and busy trade it is.
Obvious paths: north, east.
>n
You stride north.
[The Crossing, Flamethorn Way]
Tapering flamethorn trees line the road, their scarlet leaves swaying vividly against the sky in a slight breeze.  A red-crested woodpecker, invisible among the branches until it reveals itself with a sharp *RAT-TAT-TAT* in search of food, harshly chides you for interrupting its meal and flits away, over the rooftops of the Healing Hospital and Empaths' Guild to the east.  To the south, the tree-lined path continues.  You also see a wrought-iron gate.
Also here: Assassin Zamn who is hiding.
Obvious paths: south, west.
>throw zamn
Face what?
< Driving in with naturally fluid movements, you throw a rusted spear wrapped with a crude hemp grip at Zamn.  Zamn barely blocks with a small dark shield embossed with the Arkarm family crest.  The spear lands an apocalyptic strike (So that's what it felt like when Grazhir shattered!) that rips through muscle and organs, cutting the foe cleanly in half.

The rusted spear lodges itself savagely into Zamn!
 * Zamn is slain before your eyes!
Zamn's crossbow falls to the ground.

The veil of shadows blinding Zamn falls away.
A panicked scream pierces the air.  "Murderer!"  You notice the nearby citizenry looking your way for the moment, before most quickly run off in fear.
[You're nimbly balanced]
[Roundtime 2 sec.]
R>'Haha
>
You say, "Haha."
>
A dusky smokewood sniper's crossbow inlaid with ebony scorpion blossoms suddenly leaps toward Zamn!  Zamn's dead right hand jerkily moves to grasp the crossbow.
>

The substance of Zamn's body shimmers, as if covered by a veil of crystal tears.  A moment later he fades away, leaving nothing but empty air where his body had once lain.