Ansel squeezed the punk's throat, aiming to turn him to paste. One of the punk's clones ran up behind this 'fight' The staff faded away from the strangled punk as life left his body, and the staff faded into the hand of the next one.
"You can't kill me that easily, but then again I could say the same about you two..."
As the reborn staff wielder vanished, one of the copies was revealed to be behind him, holding a FEDERATION MILITARY grenade launcher. At point plank range, he shot at Ansel. For the first time since he fought the mysterious woman something managed to cause pain. All though it was rather minor.
Kallard seeing the situation mostly under control, moved back to the computer. His suit was suit was still hard at work cracking the 22 digit code. Only a few more moments, and he would have access to the bomb control.
The new punk that held the staff teleported over to the maintenance floors, appearing before Star and Aach-it. With a spring in his step, his head to the side, he flourished his staff. Star and him engaged in a melee contest, trading blows. He was unable to land any strikes on him, unlike his opponent who hilariously outclassed the Trillionaire's martial ability. While distracted, the punk could feel some one tearing into his mind, with focus, he was able cause any internal damage, to a minimum, "The only ones who could push my mind that far where master wizards and....Crinis...even for your race, your exceptional!" His creepy smile turned to the Alien. His pose seemed calm, and not ready to continue the attack.