The assassin had struck at the same moment another human had come upon them, however the reaction was not what Skallagrim had expected. Indeed it was the opposite and he seemed eager to engage the mud child in combat as well. It was abundantly clear that the Dreamers would have to spend time in slumber to examine and understand them. 

The cold that had filled the cars seemingly came from the mud child and it was being countered by the heat emanated by the Dreamer. The effects self-evident in the car as a continuing tumultuous weather pattern roiled and whipped around the car. Rain fell in areas, gusts of wind blew intermittently around the car ruffling the curtains and blowing pages of the newspapers left behind by previous passengers. 

The sudden appearance of three simulacrum of the mud child gave the Dreamer pause as he tried to piece together how it had happened. There had been a discharge of energy then they had appeared. This would require the Dreamer pay closer attention as the mud child as was more than he appeared. He was indeed more than a simple golem; this child had some small scale of power. 

The three simulacrums seemingly stood stationary where they were summoned although one appeared to stare at the Dreamer who adjusted his energies and met the creatures gaze, studying the energy that issued from it. The Dreamer made a mental note that the original mud child had not moved from his position, other than turn aside from the incredibly fast staff that the assassin wielded with deadly skill. Skallagrim processed and recorded the energy filling the room. It appeared the simulacrum was attempting some sort of manipulation through optical senses to affect a cerebral cortex. Interesting, the mud child had some sort of power to affect a biological mind. 

All the while the Dreamer studied the situation a subtle thrum of aesr energies continued to flow from the skeletal entity. Adjusting his hand so that it gripped the hilt of his sword, Skallagrim allowed his forefinger to tap the guard in a rhythmic manner. His left hand grasping the dagger, slowly pulling it forth, however with the storm pattern and the seat he stood behind it would be a move that would be virtually impossible to detect. 

[b]“It seems that we have another combatant. Feel free to engage the mud child if you wish.”[/b] After a brief pause, he continued, [b]“I think that this may be more difficult that you surmise Assassin, your breakfast may be delayed.” [/b]