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[b]Groups B and C[/b]
Of course brute force didn't work. Something like that was too simple. Moira stopped, fist raised towards another mirror. Wait, so they weren't breaking anymore? Or more accurately, they were, but instantly getting replaced?

Damnit this place confused the shit out of her. She hadn't even seen her reflection yet.

"You're pretty stupid," a voice spoke out behind them all. Syed stiffened, his eyes staring straight ahead. He didn't need to look around to recognise his own voice, after all. "If you were [i]smart[/i] you'd give up. I mean, come on! You do it all the time!"

He finally turned his head towards his taunter, giving him one hell of a stern look. The reflection seemed to find this absolutely hilarious, bursting into laughter. "Hahahahaha! That's the look! Oh nooooooo what you going to do? Give me lines?!"

Suddenly he began to move, shifting from one mirror to another the whole time. He made a motion like he was jumping as he moved over the space where the first broken mirror was. He laughed the whole time, smiling broadly as he went, his voice echoing and bouncing across the room.

Syed grimaced. This place was overwhelming. He couldn't trust his eyes, he couldn't trust his ears. So, maybe... he fiddled with his ring for a moment as he steeled himself.

"Lute?" He closed his eyes and began to move his hands in slow movements. "You could tell we were facing wolves at the colleseum before we saw them, right?" His eyebrows lowered as he concentrated. "Want to help me out? I can't move when I do this."

An invisible electric field extended out across the room, washing over everyone with static and causing smaller hair to stand up on end. It was like... well, almost like reading braille. Reaching out and feeling the movements around them, feeling the metal of Xan's prosthetic or Moira's armour. Feeling for an exit amongst the constantly shifting rooms. If there was one. If it wouldn't move as soon as he did.

Moira suddenly heard a thud before her. She looked forward to be met with the sight of her reflection at last. The reflection had her fist raised, bringing it back... then drove it right into the surface.

The mirror cracked as her fist hit it, causing the real Moira to take a step back. What... what the hell was that? Black bubbling ooze began to seep through the cracks. Oh hell no, she did not want to touch that and see what it did.