It made him feel like he was still dancing in their palm. He took a custom-made combat knife and decided to melee. "Aine, can you fight?"
"I may stay at the back most of the time, but that doesn't mean I cannot fight.
Don't worry, Malacai, I can take care of myself," Aine said as she took out a talisman from her pocket.
The card glowed and then transformed into a short sword. It didn't have any special effect, but it was sharp enough to do its work.
Aine's movement wasn't as good as Nerissa's, but she used the clones' stupidity against them, predicting their movements and then taking the initiative.
Meanwhile, Malacai also made his move. He kneed one of the clones, used his knife to stab the creature's back, and then kicked it toward the other group.
A hand came from behind, wanting to choke his neck, but Malacai ducked, turned around, and plunged his knife, cutting through the neck directly to the nerve.
