<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">She nodded, taking a deep breath. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"Well..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> A second copy of herself seemed to split off from the first, actually moving.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> "The mirror image i left behind is actually a trap for the person who touches it... Though dispelling it doesn't do much"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> by this point there were six of her. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"I've gotten to the point with this spell that i could do it in my sleep."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> there were now eight of her, though she hadn't done anything to mask her heartbeat or her scent. Though most people didn't think about that. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"I normally use it as a mask for other magic."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> all the copies of her smirked.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> "By the way. My brother is no longer sitting behind you."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> and the sound of him moving, his scent, that she had masked. Now there were two heartbeats amongst the two or so dozen copies, but they all looked the same.</span>