"Whoa!" Yang shouted. "Hex, Hex, be caref--"

Hex started firing shots bright light at the illusory copies, even as he darted to and fro. The light flashes stayed; and he flew through some, causing him to shake and thrash. Finally, he flew off towards the wall, and slammed into it, forgetting to turn solid. He bounced backward.

"...ul," Yang finished, dryly.