The purple section of the wall melted away, prompting a puff of Veil to sputter out. But Ada was nowhere to be seen. In the same moment, the hardened spikes that pierced Oz's barrier melted away. But she didn't emerge. Instead, something else jumped out. Dacer narrowed his eyes and restrained himself.

	[color=c4df9b]"Of course,"[/color] he grunted angrily. The thing that had jumped out? It was... Her? No, it wasn't her. Dacer knew it. Ada stood behind, standing firm inside of the veil-flooded bubble. The goo at he feet began to crawl up the walls of Oz's barrier, slowly breaking through and oozing out of the hole that Ada had created. The [i]thing[/i] she'd sent out had purple skin, and no mask. This was a clone. It didn't pay much attention to the buster, landing on the ground near the base of the tower, and standing up straight. It stood quietly, smiling. Suddenly, the ocean of ooze around them began to bubble back to life. [color=c4df9b]"She's definitely getting desperate,"[/color] Dacer grunted, conserving his Ki. Something about his newly acquired stamina didn't feel right. [color=c4df9b]"I've never seen her do [i]that[/i] before."[/color]

	Ada's voice returned, a psychic shock-wave that rippled through the minds of the nearby fighters.

	[color=9e005d]"You have a delightful talent for [i]irritating[/i] me, children. Let me show you a little something I learned from [i]master.[/i]"[/color]

	Her clone began to run up, into the sky, using quickly-forming miniature platforms as footholds, each which fell back into the ooze after rising up to support her graceful figure.

	[color=9e005d]"You can't [i]trap me![/i] You couldn't ever hope to [i]blind me![/i] What a stupid plan!"[/color] Ada knelt down inside of the veil and placed her palm against the flattened top of her platform. [color=9e005d]"[i]We are an ever present force of destruction and terror[/i], malice and catastrophe, [b]hate and rage.[/b] Your attempts to subdue chaos are for nothing."[/color]

	Ada's clone stepped up into the path of the order buster and braced herself with a dance-like composure as her words continued to echo. As the first strike came forward, she thrust her hips sideways, shuffled her feet across the quickly forming platforms, and moved her shoulders rhythmically, summoning a copy of the robot's fist to cancel out its strike.

	She began to hum a tune, not stopping for a single moment, as if to choreograph the movements of her second body.

	[color=c4df9b]"Ignore her,"[/color] Dacer grunted, [color=c4df9b]"She's still in there. Eyes on the prize, Jeff, Oz."[/color] Dacer suddenly dove down towards the barrier, ignoring the clone. But his path was blocked off by several tendrils of purple matter. He swerved cautiously, avoiding all he could on his path downwards.