The black minions continued to pour forth. The impostor seemed to call forth another wave of minions every time he broke something. Broken windows, smashed foundations, even the pavement oozed out more minions when he smashed it with his heel. But he did not turn around to face the adventurers. Though it was evident that he knew what was going on behind him.

	"Well, sate your blood lust while you can. I have other places to be."

	The impostor erupted into a black fog, and then three perfect clones of him emerged from the cloud of tar. Each one holding an identical bag and retreating in a different direction. They were also moving much faster now. One ran straight down main street, another took a back ally, and the third one retreated down a side street at the intersection.