And if that wasn't bad enough, the chain mail both versions were wearing lined into their fancy chimerical coats certainly didn't make things any better! Whatever dreamstuff metal that was, it was plenty conductive.

Both froze as muscles locked from pure voltage, the good Tannusen's throat damn near collapsing under the strength of his duplicate's grip on it. His one eye went wide from pain, the other nothing but a bloody socket. Where had the eye gone, anyway? It was probably in the attic somewhere. Gross.

The first to recover was the nastier one, and he vanished from atop the other to reappear behind Cassian and aim a kick for the human's back. Why don't you join us downstairs, asshole!