"Why not?" is the stereo reply from both Lokis, illusion and reality alike grinning razor sharp in the orange-tinted darkness. The glowing light from the head of his staff casts him in shades of blue, the illusion beginning to pace around the Captain, forcing him to choose one or the other to focus on.

"A strike at any of you is just as well as a direct attack on my beloved brother," the first says, pouring acid onto the word. The second shrugs idly, "While the green giant is so very well cocooned in his cave." In tandem, the two bring up their staffs in the guard position and continue.

"And besides, where's the fun of it all if I should become predictable?"

Then with only the slightest shifting of weight to give them away, both rush the Captain from their opposite directions.