Your wild swings only manage to hit the one in front of you, as it puffs out of existence. The one to your left dodged your blow, twirling in place as she giggles out in turn. The giggling surrounding you as you charged ahead. All three images behind you swing at your back as you are focused at the front, as the real lady gets hits of 18, 25,21. Damage of 8,8,7 respectively. All of her forms start to taunt you about how a real man could figure this out, all the while the giggling is still going on.