The fake Zach stands beside the real one, and smiles. "Hello!" Warwick smirks. "Do you really think these illusions only exist in one place?"
The fake Zach falls over. It then looks at the real Zach, and its eyes turn red, like a Black Blood's. "You shouldn't have done that." Warwick: "The fakes are nearly identical to the real forms, and are completely identical if they do not have feelings. However, if they do have feelings, they will become a certain way based on their first interactions with things in the world."
Caimus makes 10 copies of him appear. "Your not the only trickster. Oh and by the way... Not a single one is actually me, so Yeh..."
Warwick smirks. "The fake is basically a shadow. A twilight version, if you would. He knows everything the real one does. The fake can't kill the real one, or he would cease to exist." The fake stands back up, his fire bursting into life, except it is black. "You better apologize. NOW."
"Incorrect...." He says whacking him from behind in the head then vanishing back into the group of copies. "You see, we are all real, we can all hurt you. I would expect you to know this, seems to me that your not smart at all."
The fake smirks. "Or I will be your living nightmare." Warwick: "However, the fake can still horribly hurt the real one, and since he is a shadow, can take over the body of the real one. The latter of the two would benefit me, because it would make him more obedient towards me."
The fake pretends to looks scared, then laughs. It takes the real Zach by the arm and throws him across the room. Warwick: "The fake won't be so easy to kill. The fake is, as I said, only a shadow."
Warwick smirks. "As should the real Zach." The fake walks over to him, and his body reforms where the real Zach had hurt him. "What's wrong, can't get rid of your own shadow?"
The fake opens his eyes in real fear this time, and dodges it. "Hey! Watch where you put your flame!"