"Do they even need me?" Alice questions thin air. "I mean, what's the point? They're perfect-" Alice raises her hand, her three swords floating free of their sheaths, then she flings them forward, the swords cutting through any and every enemy around them. Alice then raises her other hand and slides it onto the other hands palm. Then she splits her hands and at the exact same time, the three swords duplicate into copies of themselves, and she gets back to work sending one group to the enemy's and one to Atheon.