[ The clones go down, one by one. There's quite a few of them, so it is at least a decent distraction tactic. Every time one goes down, Wrathion's heart briefly leaps into his throat.
The time passes, achingly slowly. Pools of fire slowly take up sections of the ground, fire wraps itself around Wrathion, and he darts around the area in swirls of smoking shadow.
The clones begin to hit single digits.
Then, suddenly, movement.
Onto the platform around Wrathion pour... ghostly foxes?
Ghostly foxes. ]
Titans, you all took your time didn't you?!
[ They look up at him, bounce playfully, then begin to whirl around the creature to distract it.
Wrathion catches his breath a moment, looking between the two clones he has left up as if they're silently sharing a thought.
The massive feline whirls around, chasing a fox, and in doing so knocks Wrathion and his two clones off their feet.
The last two clones vanish, and Wrathion stands up with a growl of irritation. ]
Enough.
[ It's been ten whole minutes of this nonsense. He rolls back his shoulders, and gold flecked smoke begins to whirl around him. Then, when it clears, there's a black dragon. A black dragon with extremely decorative gold bands around its horns, reminiscent of Wrathion's golden earrings.
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The time passes, achingly slowly. Pools of fire slowly take up sections of the ground, fire wraps itself around Wrathion, and he darts around the area in swirls of smoking shadow.
The clones begin to hit single digits.
Then, suddenly, movement.
Onto the platform around Wrathion pour... ghostly foxes?
Ghostly foxes. ]
Titans, you all took your time didn't you?!
[ They look up at him, bounce playfully, then begin to whirl around the creature to distract it.
Wrathion catches his breath a moment, looking between the two clones he has left up as if they're silently sharing a thought.
The massive feline whirls around, chasing a fox, and in doing so knocks Wrathion and his two clones off their feet.
The last two clones vanish, and Wrathion stands up with a growl of irritation. ]
Enough.
[ It's been ten whole minutes of this nonsense. He rolls back his shoulders, and gold flecked smoke begins to whirl around him. Then, when it clears, there's a black dragon. A black dragon with extremely decorative gold bands around its horns, reminiscent of Wrathion's golden earrings.
Well. Maybe a dragon... does even the odds? ]