"Impressive approach," Victor said, his voice reverberating from multiple directions at once. "But ultimately predictable."
André's eyes darted between the multiple Victors, each one perfectly mirroring the original's posture and expression. His instincts couldn't distinguish which was real—they all registered as threats.
"Fuck," André muttered under his breath, shifting his stance to defend from all angles. The silver wounds across his body pulsed with cold fire, slowing his movements slightly.
The Victor directly in front of him tilted his head. "Confused? Don't be. I am everywhere the moonlight touches." As he spoke, the clones began to spread out, surrounding André in a perfect circle. Each raised their hands in unison, moonlight gathering between their palms.
