And there'll be no response from Mr. Kinross -- until the cackling and the crackling. And while most of the duplicates are all heading in teh same direction, two, howling madly, come running towards Rahne.
"Hey, little sister," says a voice that's forgotten what being human feels like. They grab her first by the shoulders, then press their glowing hands to her head and seem almost to wrest something from her, the orange light growing even more. There's an almost physical darkness of psionic energy between their hands, and they're ripping it apart.
Rahne will fall to the ground, reverting to her human form.
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