The bombs veer, trying to change direction and charge after Tyki, but they're much too slow and overladen with magical power -- the clone that launched them screeches in frustration, but can't gather any magical power to summon more so quickly.

As Tyki lunges for the clone, sections of slime pop up comically from its head in alarm, the rabbit-like changes the Carnival's magic manifested in its original taking shape. She's too slow to dodge -- but, with a body made of fluid, just how effective can a tackle be? After a moment of panic, the clone concentrates and its form seems to grow a little more transparent as it aims to slide off the tadpole and to the ground, hoping to evade the attack by simply becoming impossible to grab ahold of.