"That old trick again, huh?" Momo looked to her arm, seeing the blood along the wound she had sustained from the red gaurd again. She really needed to find away to decipher which one was real and which was fake. If she didn't the fight would drag on and by that point it wouldn't matter how big she was compared to him. "We oni have a saying amongst ourselves..." Momo said, tearing off more of her shirt and wrapping it around her arm to stop the bleeding and patch up the wound. "<span style="font-style: italic">The many tricks of one man is more than enough to show you how afraid he is to face you...</span>" It's been years, perhaps centuries, since she's last heard that from anyone. More or less, because oni were pretty rare when you're out in the middle of space.<br/><br/>"Suicide is a nice way to put it..." Momo replied focusing on the Arbiter ahead of her, her eyes flipping through the clones that outnumbered her 6 to 1. Had it not been for the fake that 5 of them were fake, she wouldn't mind the odds. "Because once I find the real you, you're nothing short of dead." This time, Momo didn't move, she stayed her ground. She was going to try and avoid their attacks, instead of take them on. All she needed to do is find a way to single out the real deal from the fake illusions and she would have this in the bag. Easier said than done, but as a demon of ferocity...Momo liked the challenge.