"Black Guillotine!"
Ace used his strongest attack to attack Jester as Reginald and the Saints watched the mad clown get encased in the explosion of the massive slash attack.
"Is that it?" Asked Reginald.
"I'm afraid not, lad."
The dust clears and Jester remains standing although he had suffered considerable damage from the attack.
He held his shoulder as his clones gathered around him.
"These are your super clones?"
"The boy who barely killed one of my fingers has developed this much?" Jester didn't bat an eye away from Ace.
He can share the same memories as his clones, so he recalls all the events that transpired with his clone that fought beside Rada Khan.
"Harold," Ace looked at the Dark Saint.
"Can I count on you and Jacob to take care of these clones? I want Jester myself."
The two Saints nod their heads as the four clones divided themselves and approached them.
