Poised and ready, Jaakuna would dart off, as would everyone else. Divide and conquer was the strategy they all would go for. Jaakuna couldn't focus on everyone else, so he would focus his attention on one of the Ahriman ghouls. As he took on the one he chose to focus on, Jaakuna took his Gungnir, hoisting it above his head, and he leaped up into the air. His spear at the moment was beginning to become surrounded in Fire Magick. In a matter of seconds, they entire spearhead would be engulfed in Fire Magick, being that of the strength of Firaga. Jaakuna, with a simple downward slash, he would attack the beast, but only to find out that it too was a fake, just like what Grant had said. [b]"Damn!"[/b] Jaakuna cursed as he landed on the ground, angry as fuck.

While Jaakuna was wonder which was the real one, Wesley would take on his. He looked to it, not moving. The Ahriman he was facing also wouldn't attack; at least not yet. Wesley had to plan this out. If this was also a fake, where would the real one be. Alternatively, if this was the real one, then how could he damage it. All of these things Wesley was considering. His body wasn't even moving. Well, at least not the lower parts. His upper body was looking around. Calculating. Wesley had to plan this out. After spending a minute thinking and planning, he made his move.

Wesley took his Yagyu Darkblade. Concentrating into the blade would be traces of white. Wesley would focus on just the traces of white. His mind at a place where it was clear, pure, much like the white magick gathering around his Yagyu Darkblade.Wesley would close his eyes. In another sixty seconds, the blade was pulsing. The blackness of the blade pulsing and coming to slowly invert itself, Wesley would then open his eyes. As soon as he did, each millisecond that it would take for them to open, the blade would slowly(not really, but it feels like that in the moment) turn completely white. Wesley would then take his move. Rushing forward, his body went ultra fast. He would swing the blade upward, then slash several more times in horizontal, vertical, diagonal, and just repeat, repeat, repeat. As Wesley did that, the beast in front of him would almost match every one of those slashes with it's long arms. The important thing to come out of this was that the beast in front of Wesley taking in his attacks was the real one. 

[b]"This is the real one." [/b]Wesley said as he informed his friends and Grant. The screams from the beast hinted something to Wesley His sword was engulfed in Holaga, so that must only mean one thing. [b]"Holy! It's weakness is Holy."[/b] Wesley would say once more.