He had little talent with illusions, even after two years of practice, he suspected it was both an incompatibility in both mental and talents, but he had one that was... pretty good, if he could say so himself. An illusion of himself, exactly ten feet ahead of him, with weight and sound, though he still couldn't get the smell to work. It wasn't a perfect copy, but would navigate around obstacles with only minimal issues.<br/><br/>As the nazi wizards started lighting the illusion up, he sighed in relief, before stepping out of the hallway he had nearly been out of, and started putting slugs in heads, as the illusion vanished.