As they walked out, Ester could see that Chance was nervous. She arched a brow at him, wondering why HE was nervous. After all, whatever was going to be on the other end of her blade was the thing that would die, and she certainly wasn't going to aim something called an Ending Blow at her lover. Ester gave Chance a look that asked 'Really?' when he voiced his opinions on learning the new move. "Chance, I've killed plenty of things. Mostly Deku Babas and Keese, but I've killed them nonetheless. Learning this move will make it so we have a better chance of getting out of the Goron Temple ALIVE."<br/><br/>Thankfully, Shadow Ester seemed to have a proper plan, but what she did next was something that took the real Ester offguard completely. She made a duplicate of herself. With wide eyes, she muttered, "So, wait... you could do that the whole time? And... you could've made an ARMY of yourself when we fought the first time?" Though her questions were ignored, Chance's wasn't, which made Ester roll her eyes with a huff. "Really... as if two of me isn't enough for you..." She gave him a quick jab to the shoulder, then readied her stance, holding the sword with both hands in front of her. "I'm ready"<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #000040">The Shadow clone looked fearful, as if it had a mind of it's own. "Why is she looking at me like that?" she asked her original Shadow self. The first ignored her clone and drew her sword, then jumped at her clone, slashing it until the clone fell to the ground. "Not this again!" she groaned as Shadow Ester jumped into the air and drove her sword through the chest area of the clone, which dispersed in a cloud of smoke.<br/><br/>removing her sword from the ground, the original Shadow Ester smirked. "They always did protest." she chuckled as she looked at the two on lookers. Chance looked like he was not happy with the joy Shadow Ester had displayed in effectively killing herself. If she noticed, Shadow Ester didn't show it. "That," She explained, turning to Ester, "Is the Ending Blow Hidden Skill. Care to attempt it?" She asked, snapping, which created another Shadow Clone, which immediately tried to run away and was stopped by Shadow Ester grabbing it's dress.<br/><br/><br/> "Dammit!" the clone cursed as she just stood there to be used for target practice</span><br/><br/><br/>Ester watched the clone intently, and it seemed to show. The original Ester kept watching until the clone smoke had dispersed. "Huh, seems easy enough" she commented, hardly appearing to react to killing a clone of her clone self. Quickly she ran up to the clone, slashing at it, and replicating the jump Shadow Ester made, she thrust the blade into the Clone's chest. As it disappeared, Ester wiped her bangs out of her face. "How was that?"<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #000040">Shadow Ester smirked. "You catch on quickly. Ack!" and she suddenly doubled over in pain. Chance looked at her worriedly, but not as worried as he normally would be. Then after thinking over something, he voiced his thoughts. "Why did you use Shadow Magic to split yourself in two with one of you being comprised of a single cell, then growing in half a millisecond?"<br/><br/>Shadow Ester stared at him in shock. "How did you figure it out?" she asked as she recovered from absorbing the two cells she had used. Chance shrugged. "When you use Twilit magic, it's easy to see through Shadow Magic. On top of that, I am a Twilit Prince, so I am very... well educated in those arts. Anyways, Ester learned the Ending Blow, so let's head to the temple." He turned to Ester. "From what I saw yesterday, you are going to need to be a goron to get there, though."</span><br/><br/>Planting the point of the sword in the ground, she leaned on it for a second. "Than- Hey! You ok??" She started towards her doppleganger but Chance's words made her stop and look at him with a curious look. "Oh yeah... I forgot you were a Twilit Prince..." She felt kind of sheepish after that. "I'm on it" she said, pulling the Goron mask out with a flourish and putting it on her face, soon clutching it tight as pain coursed through her once more. Thank the Goddesses that shirt was still on her. With a rather toothless smile, she waved them over and rolled into a ball, setting off for the temple.