Energized by his duel against the air, Diamond walked towards the door, peeking left, then right, before finally exiting out onto the street. He drew his sword, but quickly sheathed it again when he realized that the light from a gas lamp hanging on the outer wall of a tavern fifty meters away was shining brightly off of it. It was now his favorite part of the mission: Inspirational speech time!
"Well, Wallace, let us march forward through the dark air of this night as justice's minions, harbingers of all that is right and true. Seize the the dim light still reflected off the walls of the buildings of this misguided town, and course it through the hearts of its people! Let them see the sorcerer who helped expand their town, and so their minds. Long live the night of the reclaimed justice! Viva la... Viva?" At this point, making up cool-sounding metaphors was getting rather difficult. "Wallace..." He turned his upper body back to face the door (and Wallace), straining quite a few vertebrae in the process, and attempted to fully extend a hand towards him. As it turned out, he was nowhere near far enough away to do this.
And so, it had already become less "The night of the reclaimed justice", whatever that meant, and more "The night Blood Diamond almost poked his new friend's eye out". Immediately turning red in the face, he quickly turned and half-ran out into the street. "Let's go, we don't have all night!", he squeaked.
"Argh! I've really made a fool of myself today!"