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Against the Psycho Ninja

After all the hullabaloo concerning Cerdic and Robert, Randy had asked Ken how to defeat a Doppelganger. Ken replied that he was not sure. He had seen a lot of interesting things, so had everyone in Norrisville. Norrisville was a weird place and Ken had seen a lot of weird things all over the world. It would have only been a matter of time until someone who had seen so much weird stuff had ended up in as weird a place as Norrisville.

"I've never read about how to defeat a Doppelganger nor have I ever encountered one but a Navajo Shapeshifter can make its voice sound like anyone's and can be killed by hitting it with a car. Does that help?"

No it did not and now here Randy was fighting the Psycho Ninja. He had consulted the Nomicon but all it said was something about sheathing his sword. Didn't know what that was about.

"No misery, Ninja?" The Psycho Ninja swung his own sword at Randy. "No sadness at having failed to save someone?" Again he swung! "You failed to save him! Failed to save him! Failed! Failed! Failed!"

Randy swung at the Psycho Ninja with his own sword, cutting him and causing some stank to come out of his left shoulder. "Shut up! He's not dead! He's not!"

"Are you sure about that?" asked the Psycho Ninja mockingly.

Taking a breath, Randy sheathed his sword and took a meditation stance. "Pretty sure." Replied Randy calmly.

"What are you doing?" Randy didn't answer. A great deal of stank started to come out of the Psycho Ninja's eyes. "Fight me!" Randy made no movement. The Psycho Ninja swung his sword and while it did hit Randy there was no harm done. "Fight me! Fight me! Fight me!" And once again Randy did nothing. Even more stank started to come out of the Psycho Ninja's eyes. If a doppelganger weren't paid attention to by the original then it would cease to exist. That was what the Nomicon had meant by telling Randy to sheath his sword.

Within a few minutes, the Psycho Ninja was just a memory and Randy was alone on a rooftop.

Furiously, the Sorcerer fumed! Fumed! Fumed! Fumed! Bottom line, the Sorcerer wasn't happy.

But once again Norrisville was at peace and yet there was one serious question of Randy's mind. Was Niall alive?