Thread wars! V2

[AyanaN]

He narrowed his eyes. "Slowly, and with much suffering on his part!" he growled, as the troll slowly got compressed on all sides.

[GoodNar]

Helen almost enjoyed the sight of the mountain troll being compressed by an invisible force. "Anything I can do?"

[AyanaN]

"Actually, Yesss..." he hissed. A black shroud suddenly descended on Helen, confining her.

[GoodNar]

Helen's eyes widened, not believing what was happening. "W-What are you doing?"

[AyanaN]

The shroud lifted, and a second Helen stood before her. "Let me analyze you, copy your appearance, and then let me escape. Oh, and I'll need your sword, too." he said, the shroud taking her sword.

[GoodNar]

"Wh-What?!" Helen tried to grab the claymore that escaped her hand but failed. She looked face to face with the copy in front of her. She had the short white-blonde hair, the silver eyes, the uniform, and even the cloth missing from when her arm was cut off. Helen gulped.

[AyanaN]

In the middle of the speech, even Helen's voice was simulated to near perfection. "Now nobody will question who I am...So long. Sorry, but the troll got away..." he said, releasing the troll from the box.

[GoodNar]

Helen stumbled back as the troll yelled, swinging its axe. She started hyperventilating and then decided to look around, panicking. She then had to scream, just when things were starting to develop. "MIRIA! DENEVE! CLARE...! CLARE!!!"

[AyanaN]

Agathor/Helen laughed, and walked away, disappearing in a flash of black.

[GoodNar]

Helen brought her attention to the mountain troll and wasted no time to get up and flee out of the city. "That frickin'--!" She then cursed under her breath, trying to keep a long distance away from the troll.