Outside
Three men came into the first clone's sights. He waited, then fired a shot at the one at the rear of the trio. His head moved to the side at the last moment, and the bullet flew harmlessly into the ground. A shot flew through the the branch holding him up, and he began to fall. Adjusting mid-flight, he landed on a branch mid-way, the harness keeping his arms straight quickly retreating back into his suit. He flipped, landing on the ground. Tumbling forwards, he ended in a crouched position in front of them. "One? They sent one guy?" One of them smirked. The clone's face remained expressionless. "This'll be easy."
The clone launched himself in motion, executing a 180-degree turn, his elbow flinging towards the first assassin's face. It was deflected to the side, a jab aimed back at the left side of his head. The clone grabbed the arm and twisted it around, only to be forced to stop midway and deflect a kick aimed at his head using his bicep. Bringing his leg up, he slammed the heel of his boot into the assassin's neck, staggering him. Flipping his other foot back around in a circle, he cracked him across the head, sending him flying against a tree. The impact cracked his skull, sending bone shards into his brain and putting him out of the fight. Turning around, he suddenly held both arms up as both of his opponents aimed jabs at him at the same time. A knife nearly sliced his throat when one of his brothers came flying through the trees, kicking one of the assailants in the back of the head. Nodding once to him, the first clone charged at the assassin that was currently occupied.
Jabs were thrown and parried. The clone would slam his arm against that of the assassin, twirling it harmlessly away from him, only to have his fist caught and directed off to the side. Forcing his stomach in, the assassin avoided a punch to his ribs by an inch, leaping up and flipping his foot in an arc at the clone's head. It was stopped at the shin by the clone's wrist. At the same time, their heads flew towards one another, only to stop inches from contact when they both realized the other's plan. They remained still for a moment, then both swerved to the right, the clone bringing his leg up, the assassin jabbing with his elbow. The leg thwacked against the assassin's side, the elbow making contact with the clone's chest. Both staggered backwards. Resuming a stance, they charged at one another. Chops were blocked, kicks parried, punches deflected. It was becoming obvious to the clone that there would not be a way to win this without self-destruction. In mid-turn, he nodded to his brother, then took out a detonator. The other clone did the same. Flipping up and around, both clones grabbed their targets and held on tight. Simultaneously, they pressed the detonators. There was a beeping sound, then explosives in their suits ripped through the night, initiating a blinding white light, followed by a booming sound. Each clone was torn from his target, and all four men were sent flying. Their charred corpses landed on the ground, sprawled out and limp.
Inside
Victor has relocated to a windowless side-room. He was standing near the doorway. The genius scowled for a brief moment. He would not be able to allocate as many units to this fight as he'd hoped. Two red lights flashed on his screen, and he brought up the corresponding miniature windows. Two clones lie dead. He was about to take remote control of the rest when the wall blew down in front of him. Victor didn't even flinch, simply turning his attention to the newly-formed hole. The device in his hands reverted into a cellphone, and he slid it back into his pocket. In front of him stood a group of two men, clad in combat gear and carrying firearms. "They brought a businessman to a fight?" One of them muttered. Victor smirked. Jerking his arms up a little, he adjusted his tie, then went to shift his cufflinks, so that they looked better. "I take it you gentlemen are our.. opposition?" They didn't understand the casual nature of this man. "You'd be right." Victor chuckled a little. "Well then, do your job." He closed his eyes, then re-opened them. When he did, his eyes were no longer an illuminated blue. They were a bright red. His smirk widened, showing his perfectly white teeth. "Kill me."
Gunfire erupted in the room, and Victor lurched into motion. Bullets ripped harmlessly through his suit jacket, his body moving in just the right ways as to keep the rounds from causing him harm. Ending up in between them, he jabbed both elbows outwards, knocking the guns out of their hands. "I've seen better shooting from one of my fresh-grown.." His head tilted backwards as both of them swung their elbows around in a unified strike, letting them glide through empty air. Bringing his fists up, he punched both in the rib-cage, then retreated backwards. His arms raised up, one stretched out slightly more than the other, the fingers on each hand outstretched. Both of the men ran at him. A jab connected with Victor's ribs, a knee-thrust hitting him in the mid-section. Grunting, he slugged one of them across the jaw, sending him reeling backwards. Bringing his head crashing forwards, he slammed it against the killer in front of him, forcing him to stagger backwards. Resuming his composure, Victor brushed a loose strand of hair out of his eye.
Another clash ensued. Victor dropped down, landing on the fingertips on each hand, his body held up horizontally above the ground. Doing so reeked hell on the joints in his hands, but he managed to kick his legs up into the kneecaps of his enemies, sending them to the floor. They recovered at the same time he was back on his feet. Victor barely managed to stop a punch with his open palm. The speed with which they threw their blows was incredible. Almost inhuman. "You're fast. I'll give you that." Dropping the hand, Victor dodged a strike, then brought his hand around and slammed the closed fist into the side of the assassin's neck, using the full brunt of his super-strength. There was a loud crunching noise as bone shattered, and the man fell to the ground. "I'm faster. And stronger." Turning to the last one, Victor flexed his fingers, dropping into a combat stance. The assassin took out a pair of knives, then stepped forward a few times, swinging both arms in a horizontal arc at Victor's head. Holding his arms up, he stopped the attack at the wrist using his forearm. His knee came crashing upwards into the killer's chest, destroying the lower portion of his rib-cage. Bringing the knee up again at an increased angle, he he shattered the middle section. Moving his head back, he was about to use the man's knives to end this exchange, when his opponent's boot kicked him in the chest, sending him staggering back. Sighing, Victor reached into his jacket, pulling out a knife. Flipping it around, he drew his arm back, holding the weapon by the tip. The killer took the hint. At the same time, both men flung their blades at each other. One tagged Victor in the shoulder, the other slamming harmlessly into the wall. Victor's knife hit its mark, digging into the assassin's temple.
Turning around, he felt the wound to see how far the blade had gone in. It had barely penetrated. Grasping the handle, he ripped it out, grunting, then tossed it to the floor. He had work to do.
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