Draiss glanced at the copies with a sneer, and then obliterated them with a flick of his hand, balefire beams, a couple millimeters thick, going through them, burning them into nothingness in a heartbeat. "There is no need for childish tricks, tainted Verdelet. Lets us dance our dance, once again. I wish to test my new self against your copy. I can but hope that the 500th floor is a copy of myself. If so, I will eagerly delve deeper, without concern. Battle is my master, war and death my mistresses. I have the enemy before me, and I have no reason or desire to withdraw, so come at me!"<br/><br/>His shield hand shifted, showing he was holding his Swing Wing, before he tossed it to the side, into the alcove where the exit would form. He noted, absently, that it slid through the wall, and then turned his attention back to the faux marilith, and tapped his energy blade to the shield, the simple touching setting off a peal of thunder, before he charged forward, his battle high already climaxing, demanding blood, regardless of whom shed whose.