"Lady Swordmistress, we're going to win!"
The 200 members of the Holy Sword adventurer team and the clone army were engaged in a chaotic conflict on the battlefield where Christina was; the Holy Sword adventurer team was winning.
Only a few dozen members sustained injuries, but more than half of the cloned army had been destroyed. The ground was splattered with blood, and shattered weapons and armor were strewn everywhere. They were unmistakably clones, yet they had looked so real when they died.
"We haven't won until we've destroyed all the enemies. Everyone, don't let down your guard."
Christina stood in front of everyone and calmly directed her subordinates to create a three or four-person team. They sliced into the enemy's formation like sharp blades, ripping it apart progressively.
