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"Alright, I'll lend you a hand." she said. Razzer smiled. She asked if he wanted a specific clone. He shook his head. "Just take on whatever comes after you."

He was about to press the resume button to continue their fighting, but a thought struck him... the enemies were clones of him, and so they took on his appearance... how would Naomi know which were clones and which one was him.

"One minute." he said, taking off his soaking wet jacket, leaving him barechested. "Now you should be able to tell which one of us is the real one."

Razzer reached towards the panel. "I hope you don't mind getting wet." he muttered, before pressing the button. Instantly the rain began pouring again as if nothing had happened, and the clones began to move. Razzer began to dash towards the one in the corner, but another clone began to rise under his feet. Lifting his foot, he slammed it down onto the clone's face. Crrrunck. Razzer could almost feel his clones' nose breaking. The clone began to yell in pain, but a wave washed over him and drowned out his sound.

Behind him! The sword swung quickly towards Razzer's spine, but the enemy was too late. Razzer released the energy that held him afloat on the turbulent water, and he sunk under. Swimming back a few feet, he shot up like a torpedo and caught the clone off guard. The clone was flung up into the air, where he collided violently with the ceiling, vanishing immediately.

The rain was pouring so hard that Razzer could barely see Naomi. "How you doing over there?" he screamed, as another clone tried to attack him.

Razzer only barely heard Naomi's reply.

"I'm fine!" he yelled back. She seemed to be doing fine. While he was replying he lost his focus just enough for a clone to rise up behind him. Razzer felt the pipe connect with the back of his skull, and he toppled forwards. Tasting blood, he hit the water and sunk below. It was only now that he realized that his gills were gone - he could no longer breathe underwater. His lungs quickly desiring air, Razzer resisted the urge to swim to the surface. He could see the clone looking down into the water to see if Razzer was dead. Lungs now screaming for air, Razzer couldn't wait any longer. With a powerful explosion, he compressed all the water between himself and the clone, and used the pressure to fire a high-velocity tunnel of water at the clone. Not even bothering to stick around and watch the clone get cleanly impaled by the water, Razzer swam to the surface.

Swearing under his breath, he climbed atop the churning water and felt the back of his head. Holding his hand in front of his face he could see the blood on his hand. He'd deal with it later, he was fine for now.

Another clone let out a battle cry and dropped from the ceiling, brandishing a sword. Razzer shook his head and stepped out of the way. Using one hand, he pushed the water out of the clone's way, forming a small chasm. The clone fell, straight down to the hard bottom of the training room.

"This is an excellent challenge!" Razzer yelled out to no one in particular. He was soaking wet, and glad that he was no longer wearing his jacket - it would have become quite heavy by now with all the water it would have absorbed.

Adrenaline coursing through his body, Razzer easily disposed of two more clones. The first was one of the water-lurkers, who made the mistake of grabbing his tentacle. The second came from the ceiling, and had a meeting with the floor. Razzer hadn't even broken a sweat yet. But then again, it was raining so hard that he wouldn't be able to tell sweat drops from rain drops.

A third clone tried to thrust a spear at him from the safety of the corner of the room. Bad move. Razzer create a massive wave that smashed with devastating force into the corner. When the water fell away from the wall the corner was completely pummeled and cracked. At this point two clones appeared at once, rising up in front of Razzer and toting pointy swords. Razzer smiled and created his own sword out of the water around him. The first clone charged, thrusting his sword forward. Razzer crouched, gripped his sword with both hands, and drew it straight upwards. Bullseye, right in the chin. The second clone stood stunned for a moment, and by that time it was too late. Razzer grabbed the first clone's sword and flung it at the second like a javelin, neatly rending the clone's head from his body. Since they were bots there was no blood, and Razzer was grateful. He was sure that if there was, the water would be pretty tinged by now.

A clone began to rise from the water beside the island. Riding a wave like a surfer, just without a board, Razzer quickly slid towards the clone. This one, unlike many others before it, was quick enough to jump and avoid Razzer's lunge with the sword. It landed behind Razzer and swung at him with a baseball bat, only narrowly avoiding striking the mage's already-hurting head. Razzer spun to face the clone, who smirked and held his bat like a sword. Razzer laughed. A bat versus a sword? Stupid bot. The mage prepared to charge at the clone when he felt the cold edge of a sword at his throat.

"You've lost." a voice said calmly.

Just as Razzer was about to hit the clone with a pillar of water, the water coating it began to freeze. Startled, Razzer looked behind him. Naomi was freezing the clone, but while she was doing so a clone came up behind her and got her with a flying dagger. She winced and wrenched it from her shoulder, returning it to its owner's forehead.

By now the clone holding the sword to Razzer's throat was unable to move, so Razzer delivered a kick to the throat that shattered the clone. "Thanks!" he yelled to Naomi, grabbing the ice-encrusted sword from the remnants of the clone. He swung the icy sword at an oncoming clone, thrusting his water-made version behind him into another clone.

Razzer slowly made his way towards Naomi, hacking down a couple of clones. "How's your shoulder?" he yelled, striking another clone out of midair. "Want me to pause the clones so you can heal it?"

Naomi declined Razzer's offer of pausing the training. He could tell that her arm was bothering her, but he didn't say anything more. He just concentrated on the seemingly endless number of clones coming after him, each one slightly smarter and better equipped than the last.

Finally sweating, Razzer ran up the wall, backflipping over a clone. The clone embedded its spear into the wall where Razzer stood moments before. He tried to wrench the spear loose, but Razzer got to him first, powerfully slamming him into the wall, and leaving a Razzer-shaped dent in the wall.

Another clone behind him with a sword. Razzer jumped up, bouncing off the spear's pole to get extra height. While in the air, he coated his fist in water and solidified it, drilling his brass knuckles-like addage into the face of one of the clones. Letting out a triumphant cry, he took down another clone. He was pumped, and enjoying the rush. Definately a challenge, definately fun.

Stab. Another clone down. In a spectacular move no one saw, Razzer managed to impale two clones at once with a spear of water. How many were left? he wondered. Tiredness was finally getting to him. How long had he been at it? Two clones tried to come at him with swords, but ended up decapitating one another when the mage simply sidestepped to dodge them. The third in the trio was lurking beneath the water, but was quickly and effectively dealt with. And still the storm raged on. Razzer's skin had become as wrinkly as a prune long ago - now it was as if he himself had shrunk, but his skin had not.

A clone tried to drop from the ceiling to surprise Razzer, but ended up landing on another charging clone in the attempt. There seemed to be a definate drop in the number of clones attacking now... maybe they were near the end of the clones? One of Razzer's dopplegangers slashed at his leg with a sword, and managed to nick it. A neat slice appeared on his calf, and began to bleed. Ignoring the pain, Razzer took the clone down.

He readied himself for another attack by a fresh clone, but none seemed to come. Was it over? Razzer looked around himself, expecting to see a clone charging with a spear or a mace, but there was no one there. Blinking, Razzer looked at the water below him. Nothing.

"Ey, Naomi!" he screamed. "Are you still under attack?"

Naomi yelled her reply. Apparently, she wasn't under attack either. Frowning slightly, Razzer waded towards the panel, and shut off the rain.

"That's better." he said, glad for not having to yell. The last few raindrops splattered onto the water and the churning water of doom slowly died down, until it was calm and smooth. The training room wasn't so dark now, either.

Walking over to and sitting down on the island, Razzer smiled. "Is it over?" he asked quietly. How many clones had he and Naomi taken down? How long were they in the training room? The water droplets on his back glistened in the light, and slid one by one down his spine and off his back. Razzer set the sword that he was still clutching down onto the sand. Eerily, the sword wasn't even coated in blood, even though it had seen many deaths.

"That was good training." he said to Naomi, rubbing his calf where a clone's sword had nicked it. It was no longer bleeding, but all the water had made the edges of the cut swell and look like a corpse's skin. Ew.