Laughing and coughing in that horrible spittly way, the dark reflection of Leonard takes advantage of the brief opening Morr presents as he raises his blade above it, its pommel slamming into his side hard enough to foce him off and crack ribs. The demon is on its feet in a flash, raising its sword to slash at Brother Al's body before lowering it as a shuddering cough tears through it. "Damn this...feeble man. Oh but... but the things he's done! He's earned... every ailment... he has and... he knows it! But damn him!" At the last word it sinks to its knees retching, its eyes glaring utter hatred even as its mostly immobile frm tries to bring the blade to bear against those around it.<br/><br/>The mirror stands dark in the corner, its surface a dull, black, and reflectionless, while the gem atop it a heavily muted red.