Adalricus stared disbelievingly at where the squashed and leaking remains of the clone oozed out from underneath the rubble. "It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Potter wasn’t supposed to know how to defend herself like that!’ He turned his murderous gaze over to where the girl was hidden once again behind a downed statue. "You fought well, Potter but it’s going to be your last battle. I can just as easily grow more clones. Let’s see how you fare though against a bigger target." He activated a handheld device and watched in manic eagerness as the mouth to Salazar’s statue opened. Briallen watched on in horror as Sandrine slid out of the gaping hole; a metallic band of some kind affixed to her head.