Boom!
Diane and her one hundred and twenty-eight ice clones moved.
Their figures blurred.
The ice clones did not remain behind Diane as they had before. They spread out across the battlefield, each one moving with the same purpose while Diane disappeared among them.
For a brief moment, it looked as though a whole group of Diane-like figures had simply been released at once.
Their feet struck the damaged platform.
Their bodies dashed forward.
The wind created by their movement rushed outward, carrying loose snow and small fragments of ice across the ground.
Vera stood calmly in front of them.
Her dull black eyes moved from one ice clone to another.
There were too many.
The clones were identical.
The same face.
The same clothing.
The same posture.
Even their movements were almost impossible to distinguish from one another.
But Vera did not look at them as a group.
Her eyes moved.
One.
Two.
Three.
Then another.
