Vale, from several feet away, rose the small black dagger over his left shoulder, wielding it in his right hand. Suddenly, the blade grew to nearly twenty times its length, over 15 feet, and he swung it at Bruce in a 45 degree angle, aimed to slice him right in half.

~

	All five of the clones jumped up into the air as Jenso approached one, far out of Jenso's range, aiming their hands, which shifted into hand-cannons, at Jenso from above.

	"What, no words of kindness for little old me?"
	"What, no words of kindness for little old me?"
	"What, no words of kindness for little old me?"
	"What, no words of kindness for little old me?"
	"What, no words of kindness for little old me?"

	At once, all five of the clones fired condensed arcane blasts at Jenso in a volley, constantly aiming to disintegrate him entirely.