"I was planning to kill them as well." He stood up and looked at her coldly "But if you feel so strongly about it madam." He turned away. "I can't give them warning becuse then Asmunda would know what we were planning and protect himself. It has to be a surprise attack. Plus, even more might flock to him beliveing it to be a test of thier loyalty devised by him." He turned and saw her angry face, and strode towards her. "As i'v already explained; it Will work. And the way i have to look at it is this; these people can die helping us; even if unwillingly; or they can be murdered by Asmunder so he can kill even more." He was about to leave when he looked at her once more. "And for your information madam I do have the worst life ever. I'm a pacafist condemed by fate to kill people!" he spat before stridfeing a short distance off into the fog.

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"Oh great." she said frustrated, "Now we've lost him too." she stomped after him. She followed him until she stopped to look around, the valley was so covered with fog she couldn't see more than a foot in front of her. She turned back to where Azra went, only to see more fog. She went on until she heard the sound of water.
Aranthor turned from the direction she was going. The sound of water was coming nearer. the fog thinned to reveal a small valley, with a clear blue stream running down the length of it.
A noise on the other side of the stream made her squint, trying to see through the fog. A figure slowly emerged through the fog.
Aranthor fingered her sword as she took another step towards the stream. The figure started to walk towards the stream also, it drew it's sword. Aranthor drew her sword. She walked into the stream until the water was right between her ankles and knees. As the figure drew nearer she almost screamed. A double of her.
She waded in further until she was up to her knees. her double did the same. She charged, her double defended. It was twenty minutes of fighting until she realized there was no way to win. Her defence faltered and her double took advantage of it. Like Aranthor would if it were her.
A small cut stung her side, but she healed it within s split second. The healing took energy, but the time she had to do it in took more. It was then she realized it was now immpossible to win. Her double had more energy than her, and exactly the same way of thinking.

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A few minits later he returned, his habitual mask over his face; hideing his emotiaons of anger, determination, sadness and pain: only showing his pretended disdain for the world. "Where did 'I'l defend them with my life go'?" He asked with a sneer.

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"To look for you." Estelle replied pointedly. She frowned slightly then, knowing that Aranthor should have returned already. "Perhaps we should look for her." she said quietly. "Dark deeds are arising in this mist. She may be in trouble."

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Azra scowled, her tone not lost on him. "Fine, only lets stay close or we'll lose each other as well." he started heading in the direction he'd come, makeing sure he was close.

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Estelle nodded and followed the god, her eyes scanned the surroundings in the hopes of to spotting Aranthor's familiar form. "This mist can not be of natural occurrence," she muttered to herself, her senses on alert for anything that may surprise them.

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"You think so" he replied with mock surprise, then stopped so suddenly that she must walk into him. "Listen" it was utterly silent "Can you feel that?" his fingers brushed the air in front of his face. "The stream, that way" he turned on the spot like a soldir and began makeing his way with a gaceful lope at an ange to thier prevoise course.

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Aranthor nearly screamed with frustration as her and her double locked into battle again. They spun in so their bodies were only a hair breadth away from touching each other. Then they would spin out, only being able to reach each other with their swords.
Aranthor was losing the battle. She slipped on the mud, and fell into the water. Even while being underwater, her double was able to cut her leg with the sword. She quickly jumped back out of the water. Her double was ready, and she was not. Her enemy's sword cut a long line on her neck. Aranthor slowly retreated to dry ground, her double followed her every move.

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Azra sprinted out of the mist, drawing his axe as he did so, then froze. "Aranthor?" Witch one was she? They moved in exactly the same way, they seemed to share one mind. Was this one of the doubles mentioned?

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Estelle drew her bow as she came up beside Azra. "Oh no." she muttered. Should she risk shooting at one of them? She knew that he arrows did not harm the innocent nor those pure of heart, but the balance had been so disrupted as of late that she wondered if her weapons had also been affected. Can I truly risk at shooting at one of our own? she thought as clutched the bow even tighter.

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Aranthor recognized the voice, "Azra!" she called without turning to look at him. For some reason her double smiled mischeviously.
Aranthor and her double were still locked in battle when the double smiled, "Azra, I'm Aranthor." she said. Aranthor rolled her eyes, then looked at Azra to make sure he saw. Then she slashed at her double's legs and managed to make a large cut, the double didn't even wince.

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Azra winced in pain as he say the woman he loved being cut badly. "Aranthor you *beep*, I thought you loved me." Azra collapsed down in a heap, crocadile tears streaming down his face, as he peered between his hands.

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Aranthor smiled softly and her double looked around confused. Aranthor took advantage of the destracted double and plunged her sword through her armour and straight into her heart. The double looked shocked when she saw the sword sticking out of her body, then she fell to the ground, dead. Aranthor fell gasping for air, the pain was unbearable. She felt the sword in her heart. "Azra," the name came out in a hourse whisper, "take out the sword." she said weakly pointing to her dead double.

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