Myar knows better than to trust to his steed when he himself is so far gone and dismounts. "This really isn't my thing," he mutters. "Nothing for it, I guess." He waved his hands, spouted gibberish, and suddenly there were seven of him in the cloud. "Hey, at least it's not a red dragon, right?"<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative: 22<br/>Will Save: 16<br/><br/>Mirror Image: 6 mirror images created, all indistinguishable from Myar. 2nd level spell marked off.<br/></div></div>