For some reason, Decana starts to calmly walk in my direction and I back up as she does. Something tells me not to get too close to her; the girl's a walking shrink. Behind her, coming out from the solid brick wall as if it weren't ever there, is another Decana. Followed by another one and another one. Handfuls of Decana's pour out of the depths of the walls and ground and some even out of thin air. IT's an army of them.
"I'm pretty sure you could take out one person but have you tried maybe fifty or so of that person at once?" Her eyes darken at me along with her voice dropping to a deep baritone that could have only been pulled off with PeepTom. "Didn't think so." All at once and in seconds, the Decana's all transform into Rohans, Jannats, Moms, Dads, Agastyas, Petons and so on. All of
