I looked around the corner. A group of five Emmas and two Franzes were busy arguing about whether "...the diamond locked quintessence fields could be forced to realign when subjected to shock waves of quasi physical nature...". Damn hermetics! Of course, Franzes were not hermetics, but they behaved as if they were. I leaned carefully back against the perfect wall of diamond. Across the tunnel I saw my mirror image go around the corner to argue with the hermetics. I lit a cigarette and watched as the smoke smoothly turned into diamond dust in the air.
Suddenly I heard a commotion around the corner. Someone soothingly said "You have no possibilities! This is for your own best!". I quickly ran into the sidetunnel, making the finger to another one of myself who were running a few steps behind me. He responded the same way. At least there were two of me.
About a half dozen of Salvatores had appeared, and were busy killing the by now ten Franzes. I saw how one of them expertly cut the throat of another Franz, while he advanced towards the cornered Emmas. Damn! I held up Wands 8, Swiftness, against the ceiling, and looked away when a metre long spear of diamond fell down and impaled the Salvatore. Suddenly I saw a movement in the corner of my eye. Before I had even a chance to turn, my throat was almost painlessly slashed open. The last thing I heard, before I died and began to turn into crystals was the friendly: "See? I cured your smoking!".
-Anders Sandberg QPM --