The ermine hissed like a cat when something materialized in front of her. It slowly began to take on the form of a heavily grinning human, one with black hair like midnight - like hers, and dark green eyes. Lazuria shifted forms into a cat, giving a swat at the illusion before she darted out of the cave, instantly seeking cover in the shadow of Dissia. The sorceress crossed her arms, watching as a human came before her. A clone of herself, really. It took all she could not to step back or run, and instead she wore an impassive face, turning her gaze to Vice. "Get the hell out." She muttered, before shooting a large bolt of pitch black towards the dragon, then began to walk away. The bolt would follow it's target, and if it hit, it would cause tremendous pain, as well as a deep wound where it came in contact with.
