He froze, his cross bow held in one hand, and did a quick look around, noting which were the real ones with his goggles of true-seeing. "Well played."<br/><br/>He made a note to get something that could do holy, unholy, lawful, and chaotic damage, like his sword could flip between the elements, before turning toward the closest real one and putting five shots right into its leering maw, before doing a diving roll forward to get out of the circle. Circles were a BAD spot to be for an magical being, and he was fairly certain that the Summer Knight, after two years of employment, counted as a magical being.