[If they had magic, he wouldn't be doing this. He's not foolish enough to go toe to toe with Idia - fake or real - at the top of his game. Without it, he's just a skinny nerd with a cowardly streak.]
Yeah. I know. That's not news.
[Everyone left him, eventually. (Or, more accurately, he left everyone. The double couldn't even get that detail right.)
But, well - he'd given it one last chance, and it wasted it, so with a hard and fast swing, the pole meets the doppelganger's head with a sharp crack once, twice... until it ceases movement entirely.
The real Idia will, likely, feel a dull ache in his hands and wrists from repeated impact, and a sharper pain in his shoulder, from what likely feels like a nasty bruise as the movement aggravates the injury, though he's done and headed back before he gets a chance to come check on him... hopefully.
Either way, the next time he sees him, there's a fresh splattering of black on his clothes and hands, and he looks just that much more exhausted.]
Murder pt.2.................
Yeah. I know. That's not news.
[Everyone left him, eventually. (Or, more accurately, he left everyone. The double couldn't even get that detail right.)
But, well - he'd given it one last chance, and it wasted it, so with a hard and fast swing, the pole meets the doppelganger's head with a sharp crack once, twice... until it ceases movement entirely.
The real Idia will, likely, feel a dull ache in his hands and wrists from repeated impact, and a sharper pain in his shoulder, from what likely feels like a nasty bruise as the movement aggravates the injury, though he's done and headed back before he gets a chance to come check on him... hopefully.
Either way, the next time he sees him, there's a fresh splattering of black on his clothes and hands, and he looks just that much more exhausted.]
He won't be following us back.