[h2]Magehunters[/h2]

Mar's copy rolled her eyes at her Naga opponent, rearing back as quickly as Mar lashed out. She wasn't fast enough however, and the tip of Mar's tail cracked against her stomach, causing the copy to hiss in pain at Mar. She drew a scythe that was, unsurprisingly, an exact copy of Mar's own scythe. She ran her tongue along the edge of it, smirking at Mar. "After you die, I'll show Althalus how a [i]real[/i] Naga reacts to a kiss..and more." She laughed suggestively. "After one time, he won't miss you at all. You'll be nothing more than an old, terrible memory. The cold, heartless, Naga he only stayed without out of a dedication to Lyn. You make his life worse than an eternity in the Inferno, you know that right? He hates you and thinks you're to much of a cold bitch to be a mother, much less a lover. Don't deny it. You can see it in his eyes, as easily as I can sense it. Why else would he lie to you about his past?" She slashed diagonally at Mar's left shoulder. "Die and let your better take your place!"

Leith's copy sneered at him. "That is exactly what I'm talking about. You're not strong enough to make the sacrifices necessary, so that you can control the power to defend your friends and ensure any more sacrifices aren't necessary. Don't worry though. I'll fix that soon enough. It'll require you to die, of course, but you can rest easy knowing that I established your name in history as one of the most powerful men in the world." He gave a humorless smile at Leith's comment before he drew his exact copy of Leith's sword and thrust at the Hydromancer's chest. 

Grey's copy shrugged. "Go ahead. Make my decision for me. If you leave to help someone more blood will be on your hands as I'll leave to go help one of my allies. One of the three will get an axe to the back of the head while you try to get one of my allies. Then we'll both swarm the other one, killing that ally, and then we'll swarm you and kill you. Your decision."

"I'll die before I'll let you touch her." Althalus growled at his copy. His two handed copy merely smiled. "Yes. You will." Althalus went to draw one of his knives, only to realize that all of them had been lost in the fight with the undead horde and the fight with Mar so she wouldn't murder the diplomat. "Shit." He muttered leaping back as a knife was thrust towards his ribs. "Care to play fair?" He asked his copy. "Would you?" Was the mocking reply. "No." The assassin had to admit, dodging another knife thrust.