[h3][color=pink]Lise[/color][/h3]
'[color=lightpink]More strange people... Is there some kind of commoner's festival going around?[/color]' Lise remembered as a child being told about festivals where unwashed paupers donned sack-cloths and hit each other with clubs in the name of a good Harvest, so perhaps this was it. She watched Andreim spring into action, knocking one of them away with a vortex. '[color=lightpink]Ah, perhaps the gods' blessings have made clubs irrelevant. Well, it would be rude to not help them with their celebration, though I don't intend on [i]receiving[/i] any clubbings...[/color]'

"[b][color=pink]Do not worry Andreim, I understand what is happening now![/color][/b]" Lise said. The replicating one closed in on them, and Lise responded with her own copies. Rising from her shadow, four copies of shadow butlers dashed forward, seeking to tackle the doppelgangers before they got close to Andreim and Lise. Even with their strength divided fourfold, they would be a formidable defense for any person. "[b][color=pink]I will occupy these ones, Andreim. Perhaps you can give the original the beating he desires?[/color][/b]"

Though, even if they got past, Lise could summon more. And in the back of her mind, she had another idea entirely, if the need arose.