Mimic's densely feathered wings take the brunt of the attack, but a few of the papers find their mark. He slowly stands while raising one hand, causing the paper to withdraw from his body, releasing a steady stream of blood. He laughs darkly, "Is this what you wanted? To get a rise out of me? Congratulations, you did it." Mimic walks toward Kijani quickly, paper after paper ripping out of the discarded book, and fly towards Kijani, forming manacles that chain her to the wall. A ball of fire appears in his outstretched as he says, "You better come up with something quickly."