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[Adin Blackwind]

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Once again, Kotare awakens and is brought before the masses of a full arena. Pravus was no doubt enjoying his stature among his kin as if he were like an Emperor. Pravus stands and the crowd goes silent. Kotare stood alone in the middle of the arena.

"Now is the time for your second test Kotare. I hope you are ready. I have been looking forward to this one for some time. You have always been firm with your beliefs. You have sacrificed for them. But can you face them as others who have fought you have?"

"Just get this over with pravus." Kotare resigned himself for the unexpected. And the unexpected sure enough came. A clone of Kotare apeared.

"Your second test is to face yourself." Pravus said as he sat down. After he said, he claped his hands and immeadiately the clone began to cast spells. Kotare however stood still. The clone let lose with a fireball and it connected, knocking Kotare to the ground. The clone waited for Kotare to get to his feet before casting again. Kotare took his time. Once on his feet, he extended his arms out to the side as if waiting for another strike. Once again the clone let lose his spell. This time, it was an energy bolt. Once again Kotare fell to the ground. The pain was nearly unbearable. His clone was just as powerful as he. Kotare stagered back onto his feet but could barely hold himself up. His clone hesitated and looked to pravus.

With no gesture from the demon, the clone began casting flame strike. kotare knew he would not survive this if he were hit once again. But just before the clone could let loose the spell, Pravus snaped his fingers and the clone simply vanished. This no doubt angered the crowd who was now booing Kotare. Pravus stood up and began to speak.

"So..... Kotare, You would die for your beliefs. I had hoped you would fight and atleast provide me with entertainment."

"I am not here to amuse you Pravus. I am here to rid myself of you forever."

"You have not won yet mortal." replied an angered Pravus.

"On the contrary, I remain standing here and your clone does not. You interfeared with the match. I won this test by default."

"So you have." Pravus grined as he sat back down. "Tomorrow, you shall face your third test. we will see who has the last laugh." With a snap of his fingers, Kotare was once again tended to by beautiful women. He was fed and bathed. Given some of the finest linen to wear. The women were seductive, but Kotare simply wished to sleep. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.