((Yeah, this is Momo's worst enemy because she's not too bright :V))<br/><br/>Momo didn't like it when people played mind games with her, she was the kind of person who liked when others did their challenges up front rather than resort to mentally screwing with her. The mere concept of it miffed her a bit, and now that she was on the business end of it, she was getting less miffed and more angry and frustrated. "<span style="font-style: italic">Dammit, he's trying to psyche me out, and it's workin'...</span>" Momo cringed, having all of them stab her in the thigh area. Geeze and after wrapping one of them already. This was getting tiresome and Momo knew it. She glared to the guard. "I know only one of you shmoes is real, you did that fancy trick and split into different people or whatever." She looked them all over, clicking her tongue a bit as she readied herself to strike. "Then I'll guess I'll have to hit you all and see what happens. If I don't catch what I want then I know this was all a bunch a hooey!" With that, Momo charged forward as she set to hit all them as she rushed through. Momo wasn't going to give in on the offensive, and she would continue pounding away until she found the answer she sought.<br/><br/>After all, she never got as strong as she did by giving up on tough challenges...