The next clash did not explode all at once.
It built.
Like two storms pressing against each other before finally colliding.
The Leprechaun shot forward with a roar, green mana pouring from his body in thick waves that distorted the air around him. Every step cracked the ground. Every blink tore open a ripple of space that snapped shut behind him like a wound refusing to stay open.
The clones moved at the same instant.
Dozens of identical pale figures lunged in unison, their blood tentacles stretching outward like the limbs of a monstrous forest. The sky darkened under the weight of crimson blades crossing and weaving, forming layers upon layers of killing arcs that overlapped without leaving a single safe path.
The Leprechaun laughed as he plunged straight into it.
"Come on!" he shouted, voice raw with excitement. "Don't hold back now!"
