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Thaqotul ducked and weaved to the shadow clone's attacks. He brought his mace - like tail smashing against it's head. Other wyrms joined the fray and tried to squeeze the creature to death.

"No!" he shouted. "The creature does not breath air! Stop yourselves!" But by then it was too late. The shadow clone screamed and exploded into jagged shadow - shrapnel. Thaqotul ducked out of the way but the other wyrms were not so lucky. Five wyrms lay dead in a circle, the shadow shrapnel protruding from where their ruined hearts lay.

Thaqotul shook with anger. He made eye contact with a female Wyrm, who simply nodded at him. He knew what this meant. "But..." he protested.. The female Wyrm simply looked at him with pleading eyes. Thaqotul knew what he must do.

"M'tun." he said, telepathically so that Kuro could not hear. "We must leave here. We have no chance of prevailing. The other Blackypre will hold off Kuro and provide us with an opening, but we must hurry." his voice was grim, and if he had eyes, he would be crying.