Jade finished his arte, calling forth Blessed Drops. The clear water, ice cold from the chilled air, exploded around the replica in bursts that would have given any normal human frost bites. The replica didn't even blink. Anise's Limited, Ventus's fire, those of Elizabeth's cards that connected -- nothing seemed to do more than make her white hair flutter as though in a mild breeze. The debris from Slag Assault tore into her body, and she scarcely spared Luke a glance.

"...jade... how many times... are you going to kill me?..."

How many times must you kill Professor Nebilim before you're satisfied?

Peony's words from so many years ago came unbidden into his mind. For a fleeting moment, Jade faltered. Was this the purpose of reliving his worst memory? To make him watch her die by his hand, over and over?

The moment passed, and his expression grew cold. "As many times as I must, Professor." Even though the replica looked unharmed, she wouldn't last forever. They just had to survive long enough...

"...so many... dead children..."

Nebilim shuddered, then held her shaking hands forwards. Drawing upon the Earth fonons left behind from her on Ground Dasher, she changed the arte, calling forth a black dome that crackled with electricity. The air around the dome changed, pulling the fighters towards it. Even touching the dome would slow down their movements, while being caught inside it would result in being crushed by intense gravitational pressure.