Arokleth smirked. "I'd be rather disappointed if this was too easy." she said as her lower body began to transform. In a matter of seconds everything from the waist down had turned into a writhing mass of tentacles. Circular, fanged mouths opened at the end of each one, dripping black ichor. "I could probably figure out a way to distinguish between the clones and the real thing eventually, but it's more fun to just do this." Arokleth mused as her tentacles lashed out, striking at all of the copies.