Jamie was once again flying through the air. The novelty was wearing off by now.

He landed hard, dupes erupting from him like the alien in Species, and he stood up.

He was so elated by the fact that his plan had worked that the thought that he now had to face an army of Rogues didn't really phase him all that much. He imagined this feeling would disappear shortly so he thought he'd enjoy it while it lasted.

Time to get to work.

Immediately, he started to create more dupes. He stomped, he tapped, he slapped, anything bit of kinetic energy he could quickly create to get more dupes out of him. He was better at this than her and he worked like a well-oiled machine.

He out-numbered the Rogues in record-time.

Then, he arranged himself in a formation not dissimilar to something the Spartans might've cooked up, Prime bringing up the rear.

I'm an overwhelmer. That's what I told her a month ago. Time to prove it.

With identical faces set in resolved expressions, the Madri marched forward, hoping to whatever X-Deity that the plan would work.