[@Lord Zee]

	The mimics began their defense. With the power of any known beast, they could hold off many creatures of divine origin, but four  against an unknown number was a tied fight. But Deruga immediately started his chant once the demons attacked.

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Sin here,
Devil there,
Numbers sheer,
and wizard's snare,

Send the mini devils,
with low mental levels,
back to the primordial soup,
from whence they scoop!
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He immediately felt drained, but he had plenty for the spell. The closest devils, except the black one, were all starting to fall apart, for their cells no longer joined into one organism. Now they were puddles of devil amoebas. The mimics were cut and bleeding, but nothing fatal. Then, the main one started to laugh. It eventually doubled over from the exertion. The other mimics soon joined one after the other. Deruga was drinking something out of a gourd when he noticed. "What the blue shade of the mistress's rear end are you four laughing at?! We are here to find the guy that pissed her off! Guys! Come on!" Then he noticed the black devil. He immediately got a more blusterous stance. "Look at how effortlessly I defeated your paltry force! Now, are you ready to make a deal?"