Blackmore
Blackmore could feel a shiver run down his spine. Dozens of questions coursed his mind at the moment. Normally, someone would keep bluffing, or try to defend himself. He saw no point in it, fighting would be useless and he was already figured out. He laughed it off, laughing as if he had just been sucker punched. He couldn't say he was mad, but this might be more trouble than he could chew.
"You're sharp!" He, as in the real one, noted gleefully before walking out of the larger door, though he struggled to squeeze himself out of the way and broke some of the concrete in the process. The projection turned into a humanoid mass of pink energy and static before shattering into shards that dissolved into nothing. Just why was he so happy, he sounded like a kid who had just found himself in a candy shop.
He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment and held his hands up. He wasn't hostile, he didn't want to be. If possible, he'd rather make friends today. He almost stepped over one of the mangled bodies, but he softly kicked it away and had it roll gently right to the boy's lap.
"Sorry, I didn't want to join these poor fellows. With a stomach like mine, even a feast for kings wouldn't be enough, so relax. Didn't think I was that sloppy though. What gave me away?" He asked him with a huge, good natured grin.