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Rashad stretched out his arms and then leaned against one of the window sills in the room. "All our plans have seemed to fail." He stated, watching the assassin with a lazy eye. If she was curious about their misfortune he could, for now, trust her. Anya, on the other hand, kept her eyes very steady on the three near the kitchen area. She was not about to let any of them out of her sight unless they decided to leave the room. River, was not who he said he was, and she did not trust someone who hid behind a flaws identity. Valium was a vampire, and with her experience with a clan not far from her home she could not trust them either. This was not to say the assassin was any trustworthier than the other two. Anya was trained in the ways of an assassin, taking her whole life after her father's death to train herself in speed, stealth, and the quick kill. Her knowledge on poisons varied, but this poison that the assassin before her held with her was of a nature quite unknown to her. She'd have to ask about it later.

"He's right." Anya stated, her honey-gold eyes staying more on the assassin than the other two. "Keizer has tried to fight her and she mimicked magic, but did not show any strength or speed herself. Honestly, she didn't move much. Then we all tried to take her on at once which she proved to have advanced some of the magic she learned from Keizer. Cain has mentioned something about fire... then stated that he would use magical energy to trap her, but as River has pointed out. She has shown herself by taking over someone else's mind." A sigh escaped the dark-haired beauty's lips. "Without her showing her true form we have no way of taking her down. Besides," she turned her attention to River. "How can we say our barriers are strong enough to keep her out. Sarka, being a foreseer has trained herself to keep intruders out too, but even she had difficulty. We don't have any idea what we are going up against."

"Our strength and speed would prove useful," Rashad added, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his emerald eyes sparkling as he watched the others. "My dragons would be useful too, they are not magic but bonds between me and the dragon's I've killed. So they would be useful, but without a target in a solid form we have no way of attacking her and winning." The drago closed his eyes as he thought through the options that have given them. "If she really has Sarka then we do have a lot to worry about when it comes to the natural world around us. But how long she has had Sarka's mind is unknown and yet the trees have not turned on us quite yet. Which could mean..."

"That Sarka might still be fighting her." Anya finished. "What if Sarka knows where the mimic is hiding herself. If their minds are together she must know where the mimic is hiding." Her eagerness showed on her face as she pushed herself away from the counter and onto her feet.