<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla blinked a little, and nodded, a determined look in her eyes. Once more, she let her eyes fall half closed, magics welling up inside of her. She’d not been expecting that answer, budgeting her power for five clones and herself. But she could do this. She was constantly being told she was stronger than she gave herself credit for. Taking a deep breath, two clones split off simultaneously from the others, a little shaky at first, but stabilizing quickly. It was taking all her concentration to hold them, so much so that she almost forgot to let him know. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Ready.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> it was one voice, but non directional. She was worried he could tell how much she was struggling.</span>