The night started out with such normalcy but Kallichore, in her powered state, knew something had gone terribly wrong at some point in the cosmos. The shrill cries grew louder at night and out of the corner of her eye danced muted creatures, strange mirror images of people she knew and recognized. They did not speak, they did not seem at all interested in her when she got in their way to question them. One who looked eerily like Benitoite said nothing to her despite Kallichore's familiarity with the General. They seemed to have another purpose in mind, but what, the eternal couldn't figure out.

Her night was spent watching the chaos, trying to intervene where she could but to little avail. Her energy spent, Kallichore knelt atop the roof to think.

That's when she struck.

It first came as a sharp, radiating pain from her scalp - grey hair torn in fistfuls by someone who bore her image, a sinister smile pulling back her cheeks. Teeth, white and glimmering, were ready to strike before the original planted an elbow in the throat of her attacker. Scrambling away, Kallichore stood to get a better look at her dopplegangar. Their fighting styles were mirrored as best Kallichore could tell, for her shade thought nothing of pulling hair or biting, much less launching a magical attack.

It choked, struggling to stand before taking a deep, wheezing breath and righting itself. Her shade seemed singularly occupied with her, a thought that unnerved Kallichore. "What the hell are you? Where did you come from!?" she shouted, only to be greeted by more raspy breaths. With an unhinged shriek, the shade launched herself at the eternal, the energy of one of her attacks whirling around her almost clawed hands. Kallichore knew what it was like to be hit by her own abilities and was aiming to jump across the gap between buildings. The night air rushed passed her face, whipping loose strands of hair to and fro.

The shade, she, was equal in strength and speed, something the eternal had not accounted for. And so a quick and decisive shove sent Kallichore over the lip of a nondescript office building, her body clattering against the old metal fire escape before landing in a heap in the alley below.

Dammit... dammit... god...

The unholy cry came from above as the shade descended the fire escape like an angel booted from heaven. Kallichore squinted, the pain in her back and head pulsing and distorting her vision. Do I... look like that to the people I fight? Do I really look that batshit insane? .....what am I thinking?! Kallichore grunted and rolled through the refuse and sludge in the alley to avoid a swift stomp to the face. The shade growled her displeasure and, turning sharply, belts whipping in the wind, followed her intended victim. Someone else, with their doppelgangar close behind, ran through the alley like a bat out of hell but neither shade acknowledged the other. Another shriek from her own mirror demon and Kallichore had to scramble to get onto her feet. She had to run, had to get distance to launch and attack. Something!

She needed help, desperately.

And so she ran, blindly, weaving through alley and backyard residence, ducking through a schoolyard and around a park's lonely playground. She could hear the panting of her shade behind her and she tried desperately to send out a text to her fellow Jovians.

cant kill it need help goin 2 powr down asap will try to find 1 of u

She had to keep going.