That'd worked? It'd worked! Kousyxe paused briefly, pumping a hand in the air as best he could with it still clutching the blade, before sighting in in his next target. Not going to go after it close-up, this time: perhaps he could pull something like that again?

Okay, that one there. He pulled a second chord out of the air, folding it up, launching it screeching in the first clone's direction in the same way as the last shockwave had gone. The next one, though - okay, he couldn't really do the same thing for a third time. Maybe if he just... what could he do, what was in here-

"Ah!"

There. Weaker than pulling at the melodies he could actively hear, but it'd work - he slashed at the air, his knife singing, a wholly self-generated sonic shockwave rushing towards the last of the clones.