*Zeta feels a sharp pinch significantly more painful than the strike with she received from the Zeta-copy in the centre of her palm, and although she doesn't know what it is, it really fucken hurts her. Despite the pain, she keeps on trying to gain the upper hand in the duel. On occasion, her flesh gets zapped by some stray bolts of lightning, but although it hurts her, it doesn't imobalise/kill her instantly, instead all of the pain she receives goes into her palm. Her spear is a godsend for Zeta, though she barely realises it. Eventually the pain in her palm gets too hard to handle, so of course her parries and blows get slower than the copies, so yes she starts losing. She's also mid-duel, so she can't help Xan if she wanted to, which at this moment in time, she does not want to do regardless. Cause, y'know, she's losing a fight against a clone of herself. That's gotta sting your pride a fair bit.*

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*Vaseraga nods once, and just stands there stalwart. He silently eyes the group, picking apart what they have and who they might be. He deduces that by John's and Sasha's apparel, they're much more advanced than he is, and that Lecter isn't who he really seems by the way a crow is so comfortable with him, and that is generally a bad sign where Vaseraga comes from. His scythe also really wants blood.*
Vaseraga: Shall we go or not? I am unfamiliar with this territory.