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Between the steam and his poisonous cloud, Alam was well hidden. With a chuckle, he dodged the poorly aimed geyser and the more directed wave from Kiriko. Hm, that was much worse aim than she had previously shown. He hadn't expected that. Still, one last distraction should keep his back safe, assuming the girl in the sky could see to attack, and he quietly drew his pal open, facing away from him, across his chest. Immediately, six copies appeared.

All seven Alam's took off, running out. The real Alam headed for the exit, of course, but the others mirrored his moves, seven prongs all identical as they moved as if around the center of a circle, each equidistant from the others as they moved out.

He considered this an excellent success, and no doubt the reports of the gas would only add to the fear others may have of him. He'd have to build that up again, it seemed. Even rumors of his existence had faded, and that wouldn't do.