Iris slashed through half of the Axel clones with a mighty slash of her forearm blade. They all turned into fog as their bodies vanished.
"Fog clones? That's a first."
One of the remaining clones swung its blade at her which she easily dodged. She lunged forward into the clone and skewered it with her blade. "The real Axel would never be this careless."
As the clone poofed, the last one burst through the fog of the one left by the one before it. Iris held out her hand toward the incoming clone.
< Dark Grasp >
The clone was yanked off its feet and its neck perfectly fitted into Iris's palm. Unholy energy exploded from her hand and severed the clone's head from its body. "And he would've already known I could do that and prepared a way to get around it."
Iris looked around and saw no opponents left standing.
Wait, why am I slightly offended by these Axel clones? Iris thought.