The ice clone took on another gargoyle, meeting it head-on. Their clash sent shards of ice and stone flying, but the clone's attack failed to hit the core as well.
"Alright, think, Xavier. They're moving their cores, but they can't move them too fast," he thought, watching their patterns.
The third gargoyle swooped low, aiming for his back. Xavier spun, driving his sword into its shoulder. As it recoiled, the ice clone followed up with a powerful slash, managing to crack open the creature's chest. The core flashed briefly before shifting to its leg, the gargoyle still intact.
"Distract them," Xavier shouted to his clone.
The ice clone darted toward two gargoyles, swinging its sword to keep them occupied. Meanwhile, Xavier focused on the damaged one.
He lunged forward, feinting a high strike before slashing low toward its leg. The blade connected, and the core shattered with a tiny burst of light. The gargoyle crumbled into rubble.
