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Soren could see a thick miasma beginning to distort his vision, and he raised his head to see underneath the helmet before it neared. Across from him stood another like him, but oddly distorted. As if the air or Fear around them was bleeding forth, angling toward him. Attacking, confusing. He had rejected them when he had dissipated. When he stopped listening to them, when he discovered that maybe others could be trusted again. He abandoned them. He was weak.

But that was not what it was about at all. He just wanted to leave the area, to go home, to be a horseman again. He didn't like being a minipet, didn't like this form, didn't like that even though he had undergone all of these changes nothing was really different. He was still alone, he was still fighting but without a driving sense of purpose.

But there was no time to second guess himself now. Even if this other looked like his minipet form...it was a minipet. He was not. And there was something wrong with it, for this miasma to be leaking forth from it as it was. Soren turned quickly, lashing out with his tail across the other's face. "Back off."

Soren - Horseman
HP: 18/18 (had one fragment)
Had one key for +1 attack bonus
Damage: 3
Element: Dark (+1 damage)

"I'm leaving this place," Soren replied, voice flat but with a hard edge to it. The other shouldered into his side, quick enough that it could not be avoided. It was painful, knocking the wind right out of him, but he managed to stay on his feet.

Whether or not this creature looked like him he was leaving. Even if it meant going through the other to do so. He tilted his head down and caught the other with the tipped horns of his helmet, goring it.

Soren - Horseman
HP: 13/18
Had one key for +1 attack bonus
Damage: 5
Element: Dark (+1 damage)

This creature was all that was standing in his way. He could not let it stand against him, could not let him beat him. He had gone through too much to let some pesky little minipet bar his way now. Soren was a tank. He withstood the latest attack, expecting the back and forth by now.

But yet he could not seem to get a completely solid blow on the creature, and he could feel himself tiring as well.

Soren - Horseman
HP: 9/18
Had one key for +1 attack bonus
Damage: 4
Element: Dark (+1 damage)

The almost hollow laughter was unnerving to say the least. Soren tried to not let it get to his head, he was beyond that. But nor was he the perfect fighter. He was not one that just waited around and trained constantly, he did not find much joy in fighting. Beating humans to their proper place, reminding them who was boss? Delightful. But that was easy, there was a deeper level of completion there. It was a fight, but it was not fair. Humans did not deserve fairness, they were to be treated like livestock.

So this fight? His only goal was to give a bit better than he got. To get home.

Soren - Horseman
HP: 5/18
Had one key for +1 attack bonus
Damage: 4
Element: Dark (+1 damage)

Soren tried to block out the voice. Tried to ignore it as each and every word that it was saying pierced straight through him. He knew she would not be coming back. He knew he had messed up, he had not been there for him. Desperately he scrambled for his excuses. She had sent him away, she had told him to assist the students. He couldn't have saved her even if he'd been there. He had done his duty, no one could have expected anything more of him. In the end it did not matter, the last attack took everything out of him.

The shards had just been a warning perhaps. For if he was tempted to get power. The horseman saw glimpses of something, light, battle, power, hatred, darkness.

And then there was a burst of color, and he was...no this place was not home. He was back at the base for the Lost Clan. His home was still gone.

Soren - Horseman
HP: 0/18
Had one key for +1 attack bonus
Damage: 0
Element: Dark (+1 damage)

Defeated by the mirror