Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-5735114-20140106223735

"Well, we'll see about that..."

Swiftly, Tyrnail made eight clones of himself, circling around Eilonwyn. Having himself and all of them teleport to other positions at the same time, Eilonwyn had no idea which was which.

"Take your pick...", they all spoke at the same time.

(Still though, for $10 and a life-threatening injury a gallon...)