The battle of the mirror images began after the injured Lexa got up off of the ground, starting a battle of shadowy explosions that grew ever more confusing as she focused on the movements of both women fighting each other. All sound seemed to disappear as she watched each punch, each use of magic, as a single thought ran through her mind. "If we knew which one was real, I could easily just protect her from here and make this an unfair fight for the fake." She remained in her thoughts, watching as one Lexa slowly began to win, before the losing Lexa screamed loudly and teleported out; ending her thoughts suddenly as she paid attention to what was now going on around her.
The last remaining Lexa must have been the one they had started the job with, the young woman speaking to them about the pet that had made haste to escape after bringing them into this situation as she handed them armor from off of the walls. The job had not offered a reward, not that it mattered to Aiyana, but the armor would always come in handy somehow. Upon handing both Lamia Scale girls their 'reward,' Lexa left them with a teleport before Kateri did the same. "Uh...guess I'm the only one that has to walk out of here now...Let's go Memory and Tom, we got a little ways of a walk to get out of this gods forsaken place.” Thus ended a job she would, most likely, not talk about to anyone. Doppelgangers were always a mood killer.
The last remaining Lexa must have been the one they had started the job with, the young woman speaking to them about the pet that had made haste to escape after bringing them into this situation as she handed them armor from off of the walls. The job had not offered a reward, not that it mattered to Aiyana, but the armor would always come in handy somehow. Upon handing both Lamia Scale girls their 'reward,' Lexa left them with a teleport before Kateri did the same. "Uh...guess I'm the only one that has to walk out of here now...Let's go Memory and Tom, we got a little ways of a walk to get out of this gods forsaken place.” Thus ended a job she would, most likely, not talk about to anyone. Doppelgangers were always a mood killer.
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