Some of the clones are buffered back away from the prism by the wall of solid flame, but simultaneously their shields protect them from the fire, and so with enough willpower - if they can even be considered to have a 'will' at all - some push through, remaining close to the prism.
They then begin to clamber up upon one another, claws grasping any and every available surface on which to scale up higher toward the prism; and when they reach it, they continue to climb on top of one another, and soon there are many of them stacked on top of the diamond prison, scarlet bubbles covering the cracks Carly made in its surface. It'll be hard finding a weak spot to strike at now.
Thankfully, however, she won't have to; after all, the bigger the foe, the harder they fall.
The prism may be well-protected from outside threats, but the weight of all the clones stacked on top of it begins to take its toll, pressing down on the already-existing cracks in the mirror and spreading them further.
Yuusei has had enough, beginning to scratch and pound at the walls, seeing his chance. The iron weakens him, but he refuses to allow it to stop him--
And then the cracks split further until they converge, and a cry filled with many things - frustration, defiance, pain - is punctuated by shattering glass. The air erupts into shards of mirror and silvery light, the horde of clones dissolving like opal sand into nothing while the prism bursts and falls to the ground in infinite pieces.
And among them, at last, is Yuusei. The real one. There appear to be small tinges of blue in his hair, and slathered upon his chest is an enormous chrome pattern resembling a melting brand of Lilith's, but it is definitely, certainly him.
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They then begin to clamber up upon one another, claws grasping any and every available surface on which to scale up higher toward the prism; and when they reach it, they continue to climb on top of one another, and soon there are many of them stacked on top of the diamond prison, scarlet bubbles covering the cracks Carly made in its surface. It'll be hard finding a weak spot to strike at now.
Thankfully, however, she won't have to; after all, the bigger the foe, the harder they fall.
The prism may be well-protected from outside threats, but the weight of all the clones stacked on top of it begins to take its toll, pressing down on the already-existing cracks in the mirror and spreading them further.
Yuusei has had enough, beginning to scratch and pound at the walls, seeing his chance. The iron weakens him, but he refuses to allow it to stop him--
And then the cracks split further until they converge, and a cry filled with many things - frustration, defiance, pain - is punctuated by shattering glass. The air erupts into shards of mirror and silvery light, the horde of clones dissolving like opal sand into nothing while the prism bursts and falls to the ground in infinite pieces.
And among them, at last, is Yuusei. The real one. There appear to be small tinges of blue in his hair, and slathered upon his chest is an enormous chrome pattern resembling a melting brand of Lilith's, but it is definitely, certainly him.
Strangled by iron, but still him.