Luna gritted her teeth as she tried to feel the momentum of every clone… the air around her was chaotic, full of flickering signatures of movement.
Every single one of these damn clones behaved identically… they had the same speed, same rhythm, same force which made them a perfect mimicry.
It made her thoughts tighten into knots.
'They're wood clones… they have to be. Lucius has been spamming them like crazy lately.' She thought as she analyzed the battlefield. 'But where are the real ones?'
Suddenly… all at once, every clone froze.
The abrupt stop sent Luna's squad shooting forward, the momentum carrying them past the halted clones.
Vanessa twisted mid-air, her blood-coated hand already raised and a wooden javelin screamed toward her face.
She slapped it away with a burst of blood force but the moment it hit the mountainside, it detonated like a planted charge.
BOOM!
