For all that Revision seems worried for her--and if she knew, she'd be touched--Sam seems to be holding her own pretty well. Sure, the shadow strikes and swipes at her with its pointed fingers, but she dodges or blocks one-handed with her axe. And even if she doesn't, she is wearing armor. Sure, it's plated mini-skirt style, but it's still armor where most Dreamers don't have that luxury.

But hey, that's why no one can destroy The Metal!

"We'll just hope the same rules apply to Chuckles, here, then," D-Tune says, ducking to avoid another swipe. She drops to a crouch to stick out one long leg and make a sweep at the shadow being, trying to knock it off its feet. Or off balance, at the very least.

Which might work fine, but she gets distracted when Revision falls, turning with a startled expression on her face.

"Hey, are you okay? What were you--" And that's when she gets clocked in the side of her unarmored head. She blinks and shakes her head. Her bell has been slightly rung, but...she'll probably be okay. Eventually, if not immediately.

"Oh, we're playing like that, now? One too many hits with the snake?" First, she throws the book that she was holding at the thing's face. Then she gets a two-handed grip on her axe again (it HAS seen that move, but D-Tune is still switching it up and going for a hit with the flat of the axe...) and swings at the clone's head again.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you it's not nice to hit a lady?" Sam, that's a fact that's negotiable...