[spoiler]shit. My motifs don't work anymore ;-;[/spoiler] Switch's ghost dematerialised the sword as he generated a lancing Nova bomb in his hands, before releasing it at high speed straight into the creature. Screeching through the air almost as painfully as the abomination itself, the bomb flew straight through the rallying tendrils, leaving a glowing purple entrail like a scar in the air. The purple void light connected with the clone's chest in an instant loud and bright explosion. Within a split second, the creature and its flailing tendrils had fully dissolved into purple dust and ash, enveloped by the void itself. Switch turned to James, Lake, and Lakir. "You three gonna help, or what? I thought this was your fight mainly"