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	[color=7ea7d8][i]So sounds like we are probably screwed? Sounds like so much fun.[/i][/color] Pietro responded to Guin mentally, before deciding that it was likely a better idea to just drop the whole thing all together at this point. This was a bad situation, and who knew how things were going to end at this point. All he knew was that the flaming space chicken is usually a bad sign.

	"This whole situation is just weird to me, but sure, let's get going then. We've got what we came for, kind of funny that we were so close to it this entire time." Klara said with a bit of a laugh.

	[color=007236]"Yeah, turns out it was only a few hundred feet away from here... So let's get moving then and hope the others are alright..."[/color] With those words, she headed off in the direction of the noise and roars, figuring that they'd eventually reach the other group or something like that.

	[color=7ea7d8]"Well, this is going to be a fun instance to figure out what happened after all of this..."[/color] Pietro responded, as both he and Klara followed along after Mary.

	Over with the others, Nightlocke (before she got thrown away from the fighting by Runa) would be able to have sent Klara flying towards where Lance was, though that was about the extent of it for the most part. She ended up on the ground more then anything, not having gotten hit in the process, and she managed to get up off the ground, dusting herself off a bit. [color=FF17F2]"Well that was annoying..."[/color] she muttered as she saw Runa send Nightlocke and Mage flying away.

	Lance seemed to more or less glare at the others telling him to seemingly stop, and he let out a loud roar, and seemed to not be shifting back at all. Of course he wasn't currently throwing anything at them, so that was something right? Klara was still incredibly confused as to who everyone was, not to mention the whole alternate reality selves, not to mention Runa mentioning something about what her brother had done? This was weird, really really weird, and she had no idea what to do at this point about it.

	[color=FF17F2]"Uh... Runa? Most of what you just said, does not make any sense to me... At all... Alternate realities, that part makes sense, a little bit... Everything else you just said doesn't... Not really anyway..."[/color] she commented to her, before she walked to stand next to Runa again.

	There was the sound of movement nearby though, and suddenly, a sword seemingly came out of nowhere, and Klara whirled around and caught the blade in her hand, wincing only slightly from the blade slicing into her hand. Of course the sword looked like her own that was still in her other hand. She held the sword in her hand, flipping it around to hold onto the hilt, and she seemed to be comparing it to her own sword.

	They'd eventually see the other group walk over, and Mary glanced over at the Klara that was with them, [color=007236]"Care to explain why you did that?"[/color]

	"What? I didn't know if she was the enemy or not can you blame me?" came her response.

	[color=007236]"Riiiiight."[/color]

	[color=7ea7d8]"Cool, now we've got two Klaras hanging around, fun."[/color] Pietro responded with a shrug, looking at the group.

	[color=FF17F2]"...I need to commend you on one thing... Not so much your aim, but also how the sword looks, since it is pretty close to my own. But not quite, the coloring is all... Wrong. Yours is darker overall in general, same colors, just darker in tone. Plus the blade itself seems to be almost a cheap knock off, still able to cut everything... But clearly not very much like the original now is it?"[/color] she said slowly, before tossing the sword up in the air, before whirling around with her own sword and hitting the other blade. The blade seemingly shattered, bits and pieces of the blade flying everywhere, and the hilt with only a small piece of the blade still attached hit the ground, and she slung her own sword over her shoulder. [color=FF17F2]"See? Cheap knock off... So... Who are you exactly? Also still not sure who the rest of you really are..."[/color]