"Fair, huh?" Reese yawned. "Then let's even the odds." He grabbed a shell from his NME, and aiming at the foot line of the shadowed figures, hurled the shell. The shrapnels remaining from the explosion homed in on the real Mortar, ending the illusion and draining Mortar of his life force. "Ah," Reese sighed in relief, cracking his knuckles as he did so. "Much better." Energized, he pounced back into a defensive position.