Phoebe frowned, she thought the ability to defeat someo e laid in your ability to understand them. Was that what Mimic did? Copied their powers, understand them based on tnst? Who knew?

"I'm not good for this, I don't know what fo do" she said, she raised a hand, letting a vine form there, small, not thick, but strong, "I think I'd be better at ranged attacks. But so is he" 

she twisted the vine in her hands, then after a moment, let itmove about with just slight edging on her part. She found nerself smiling. 

"Alright. So attack when he's talking"