Fendros raked his claws across the cavern floor and snarled out around him at the wispmother's copies. His eyes twitched between the remaining two after Kaleeth swatted away one. It was impossible to know which one was real.

Unlike Rhazii, Fendros knew what was coming when one of the wispmothers produced another wave of freezing wind in his direction. He launched himself out of its path, feeling the cold on his toes as it left a trail of frost. Then, sliding on the loose dirt, he spun, crouched, and pounced upon the one that had thrown its magic.

Rhazii felt just enough control return to his limbs. For lack of any other guidance, Rhazii mirrored his father's movements by jumping out of the way of the magic as well. However, when he tried to pounce, he slid and stumbled, still freezing cold from the previous hit. He mildly processed how fast he was recovering in this form. It wasn't quite fast enough to go out and attack.