The reflection hits the floor hard, and the spikes of ice leave it bleeding, but it stands up and keeps coming--it's still ignoring Wriothesley entirely, focused solely on Lyney.
Lyney pulls out and unfolds his bow, quickly stringing it, and looses three burning arrows in rapid succession. They skewer the not-him with somewhat alarming ease, the force sending its torso jerking back, and then... it collapses, dissolving into a puddle of reflective water.
"What," Lyney says with great feeling, "the fuck."
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Lyney pulls out and unfolds his bow, quickly stringing it, and looses three burning arrows in rapid succession. They skewer the not-him with somewhat alarming ease, the force sending its torso jerking back, and then... it collapses, dissolving into a puddle of reflective water.
"What," Lyney says with great feeling, "the fuck."