As the clones descend on him, Clotho can hear a strange sound, both in her mind and from the creature before her. It is the sounds of laughter, strange gurgling laughter, but laughter none the less. As the clones begin to lash at his body, Xallihion will draw his power to him and form a Shield around himself, [i][color=8882be]Impressive Clotho. If your master has a piece like you, then he very well might be someone to learn from.[/color][/i] With the continuous blows to the Shield, cracks begin forming along its entire form as Xallihion holds both of his hands out at the sides in a placating gesture. [i][color=8882be]Shall we call this a draw? For as you are right now, I would have to use all my power and my life to destroy you.[/color][/i] His hands begin glowing with the power he is gathering as his white eyes looks at the Clotho infront of him, ready to end her if she doesn't relent, [i][color=8882be]I will make sure my enemy's victory is short lived, but this won't serve your Master and I'd would rather live and meet with him. I will even help you with removing the Dwarves to prove my worth if you'd like. So what is your answer?[/color][/i]