|
Odin Magnus pondered, the crossbowmen seemed to be distracted. Maybe he could shoot off one more spell, but this time... this time he will go defensive instead. He could not afford to keep on hurling offensive spells without covering his metaphorical back.
Odin placed his palms together and rested them on his lips. Words came out of his mouth rapidly and the air around him began to blur and swirl. Eyes unblinking and staring intently into nothingness, the image of his body gave a shudder and all of a sudden, multiple images of himself appeared at the very spot where he once stood. The images were all exact duplicates of Odin and mimicked his actions.
Mirror Image
Feeling a little safer... Odin went back on the offensive. He only hope that the rest had managed to hold on till now.
|