Jezabelle had never really taken self-defense; even if she had, her pawn wouldn't have been able to defend herself from the clumsy shower of blows that rained down on her. Things were getting too intense and she was quickly overwhelmed. It hadn't been a trap persea, but it'd become one as soon as she opened her mouth. With the news cameras being trained on the conflict she couldn't afford to be recognized and placed as the cause of the conflict, and she certainly wasn't going to be walking out of that crowd. There was only one option; she'd have to sacrifice her pawn to save the queen. With just a moment's hesitation Jez severed the link between herself and her puppet.
In the midst of the melee the girl stopped resisting; she stopped moving entirely. She didn't go limp ,she just froze in place. A strike to her shoulder resulted in a loud snapping sound, the colour fading from her clothing and features as deep cracks spider webbed over her form. Before another hit could land the form
collapsed into a small pile of black dust, a few kilograms of carbon were all that remained, stirred up into a little dust devil by a sudden puff of hydrogen and oxygen gases.
Jezabelle hated ridding herself of her copies that way. Severing the connection was very stressing on her mind and influenced her control over her other puppets. It also rendered her physically weaker as she suddenly lost a portion of her mass. It was like a fleet of ships; it was equally as strong when travelling in a close grouping as it was when spread across a wide area; but losing a ship weakened the entire fleet. Her and her copies had to stop for a moment to recuperate, finding it more difficult to press through the crowd of mutants and supporters as they tried to follow the retreating Trinity.