[h3][u]Magehunters[/u][/h3]

Althalus' look of relief as Mar sat up was pathetic and he knew it. He didn't care either, just happy Mar was relatively okay. He winced as she began to prod at the stump, resisiting the urge to scratch at it as it became less pain and more itch as she began to speed up the process of his stump healing. He merely grinned at her as she began to berate him, as if what the crazy elf bitch had done to him was his fault. It was good to see that she wasn't overly affected by the whole ordeal. Other than being angry at him, obviously. He resolutely ignored the guardsman. There would be plenty of time later to discuss how stupid he was and to give Grey a chance to explain why he shouldn't just be killed for the injuries he caused Mar. As Leith stumbled over he managed to give him a sympathetic look. Mar summed up both of their opinions nicely, but Althalus felt the need to add on. "You'll be fine. Though try to cling to that shock at all this death. It'll help you in the long run." 

Althalus' eyes shifted to Mar's disdain filled face, he chuckled at her. She glared at him, clearly still irritated. "I'm sorry," he said innocently, "You're just so cute when you're irritated." Mar's eyes narrowed dangerously and her mouth opened again, likely to deliver another scathing comment. Althalus silenced her with a kiss, breaking it after a few moments and pressing his head gently against hers. "Don't worry about my hand and what Lyn will think. We're both alive. That's all that matters." He spoke quietly, smiling. 

Then of course, everything went to hell.

Three of the blood droplets left behind raced towards Grey, Mar, and Leith respectively. One stayed behind. In a few moments, they were all positioned. Another moment later, and something was growing out of the blood drops. Right behind Althalus an exact copy of Mar came into being in seconds, her tail wrapping around his waist and throwing him backwards. "There. Now we won't be interrupted." The new Mar purred, sensually rubbing a hand over her chest.

The same thing happened behind Leith, the new Leith's demon hand yanked him backwards and his copy turned to face him. "You're too weak. You'll never seize, and keep, the power we want. [i]I'll[/i] make sure we do."

An exact copy of Grey appeared in front of him, indecisively glancing between Grey and his companions. "Kill you or help them, kill you or help them. Leave me and I might help kill one of your friends. Fight me and one of your friends might die."

Althalus faced his own copy, groaning. "Can't we get a break for one damn minute!?" His copy sneered at him. "No. I'll keep Lyn safe from now on. You're too much the cripple and the weakling to do so."