Perfect. *a pteradon lands next to ???. He glares at the pteradon and it falls over, dead* as you can see, I dont care about death. Now, i believe you wanted shadows? *he pulls out a sword and slices the air. A tear forms in the air where he cut and it widens. Shadows, semmingly in a daze, walk out of the tear in reality, and the tear closes.* here they are. *he pulls out a flute and plays a sharp note. The shadows walk into a building and he locks them in* that building has a magical barrier that prevents them from opening portals and escaping.

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