Hope, all ye who enter here

Clear walks forward in the center of the Legion of White Wall. When she moves, they move. When she stops, they stop.
They hold formation till she raises her hand to the air. The knights take up arms and begin to move into position around the enemy.
Shields up, archers poised, lancers trained, swordsmen ready and mages preparing.

Clear commands them all through her neural network in the air. Small circuit lines extending from her body reaches all of the knights and keeps them moving with her computer like hive mind.

"This will be the day..." She says in her usual soft voice.

Raine speeds into the fray as the area shatters from black to white.

With her platinum mace in hand, she stares at her enemy without doubt or fear in her mind.

Although she may not really be close friends with those around her as they are with each other, they share a sort of kinship that perhaps had lead them back here.
Perhaps it was fate that they were drawn back together.
But what isn't fate...is whatever this awful being's vision of the future will be.

She's sure they'll make sure of that.

Malice flicks its wrist forward, that ball of obscurity racing forth from its palm now. And Raz extends two fingers from the grip on his spear, marking a few arcane symbols in the air as a few simultaneous sets of words imprint on the minds of those present. Temper Symphonic, calling a wing of flames running every color under the rainbow, and Glissando Storm calling a frantic wing of chaotic electricity on the other end, wings that distort and swirl forward in an intertwined blast that meets that attack in the middle. Schirzo di None, signalling graying irises and a burst of power that lets the blast drive forward and bulldoze it completely before striking Malice head on!

Above, a sphere of electricity that he wastes no time in leaping toward to swing his staff on an overhead that bats a serpentine dragon toward Malice alongside the display. And he tugs a pinky and blurs out of visibility to reappear above Malice with a rifle now that he wastes no time in aiming downward with. Three shots go off quickly, like unstoppable spears that pierce their target cleanly.

And one more tug of the pinky draws him downward, a falling strike that splits the hand Malice lifts in defense down the middle.

"Not as easy as you thought it'd be, huh?"

Raz lifts his head, driving his staff forward to gut his foe. But a ball of red blocks that strike, cupped in its intact hand as it turns its head to face him. Red splits on each side of its head form, before splitting opening in unnatural vertical red eyes.

"Tch... I'm stronger than I was before. That's the other guy's sentiment... Strong enough to beat you!"

"Here you stand on the final stage and still you understand so little."

The spread expands, Raz's eyes narrowing as he pushes back against it, shifting his rifle back to a spear to throw forward and meet that attack. But it grows still, and forced to lose some ground he takes a leap back and calls up a series of arcane barriers in front of himself to ward it off. Empowered by Schirzo di None and Temper Symphonic alike, he's at the top of his game and then some.

"It's useless."

Malice directs its hand forward, the red orb crashing forward in a wave of destruction toward those double, triple, million-times reinforced barriers. It meets the first and stalls, Raz prepping to aim another shot when-

Shatter.

It goes. And the next, and before he knows it, that wave is upon him.

"...You're right."

The figure smiles, as that wave of force sends him tumbling backward with a scream, that blast knocks him on a tumbling skid that ends with impact on a hovering shape. And his knees buckle, before he sinks to them, held up only by the butt of his spear and choking out a haggard wheeze. By the measure of the abstraction of reality... He's got just one sliver of health to his name.

"It's easier."

And it turns its head upward, looking among the gathered.

"Who will be the next lamb to the slaughter? The fake? The puppet? The clueless one? The spineless one? Or the loser? Who wants to watch their fragile hope shatter and evaporate before their eyes first?"

FLord pauses, to think. Malice was a large threat. He needed someone that knew what was going on. He looks around, noticing doubt in many other peoples faces. If they didn't know what to do either...
But then he saw one. Someone who was still standing strong, staring down the enemy.
FLord steps over to Raine, pinning a dreamed up badge on them. The badge is duplicated throughout all the decoys of Raine, preventing it from being used as a means of identifying the real version.

"Alright Deputy, what is the plan?"

Smoke floats down next to Niki, "sorry I'm late, as per usual," he says.

"I'm not much for innovation, so toss me an idea?"

He looks to Malice. "That thing looks pretty scary, tbh."

Niki looks over and notices Smoke nearby. She quickly makes sure he has a couple light copies with hands-free headphones. It's worth mentioning that Clear's army doesn't have any light copies simply because there's too many for Niki to focus on.
"oh, hey there Smoke. Raz just got beat up badly. It's best not to get hit by anything that guy is serving up, or you'll probably die." she tells him. "you're a knight of space, right? There isn't much I can see for you to do but I think you could try moving anyone out of harm's way if needed? Don't worry about if they're decoys or not, they'll stand up to a space push. Just make sure you don't forget anyone in the path."

She resumes focusing on having the decoys move around a bit, for the sake of confusion.