The shockwave kicked up a vicious cloud of sand, but it was no use; the clone had skipped blithely back out of range, waiting for another chance to strike--a chance it might soon get, with vision obscured like this.

Of course, that chance was far more open to its other two companions. The little musical note darted in to smack him again as Kousyxe presented his back to it when he whirled, sure to remain close and throw itself at him as long as it could manage. In the meantime, though, the other clone charged in to smack Kousyxe from the side, aiming to peel away as soon as it hit or missed, much like its fellow.