Psiko met Valkure's gaze with a well-practiced look of arrogance and cockyness. Psiko feigned to be oblivious of the danger beneath his feet, and unsheathed Tarngath from its tranquil home, the black blade ringing as it cuts through the air and into an aggressive position. The rumbling from below grew stronger, and Psiko knew that was his cue. A quick look of surprise and fear flashed onto his face as the pillar of scalding lava shot up from the ground, engulfing Psiko within its confines. A cry of agony rings out across the barren arena, a look of surprise crossing Valkure's face, as this was the last thing Valkure expected to happen. This is working just as planned! Now it is time to end this game, once and for all! The lava eruptions cease, leaving only a large mass of white smoke and thin patches of steam, whcih slowly dissipate, showing no signs of Psiko's presence, dead or alive.
The attack of Psiko began with his appearance back into the arena, standing only a few yards in front of Valkure, a calm but intense look on his face. He simply grins as he points to his left, Valkure's right, where Psiko stood as well. This one points to his left, where yet another stands, grinning evily, who points to his left where a fourth figure stands. This one, rather than pointing left, points up where a fifth Psiko waitsm drifting in the air, and winks. All five of them bring their arms back, wrists touching, palms extended outward. A bright red light builds up into a ball of energy in each of the five's hands. The energy grows stronger, bigger and brighter with every passing moment. The five Psiko clones loose the energy, which grow into massive beams of energy, tearing across the arena toward Valkure at incredible speeds. The true danger, unbeknownst to Valkure, is a small dagger, tipped with the deadliest of poisons, traveling within the beam of energy launched from the true Psiko, racing with unparalleled velocity at Valkure's heart from behind.