The Three-Headed Steel-Tail Monkey Demons did not wait.
As soon as they fully manifested, all five thousand of them began rushing toward Martin and his two clones with frenzied agility.
They darted across the ground like shadows, steel-tipped tails whipping through the air with audible screeches.
Their three heads each snarled in different rhythms,
Every few seconds, a monkey would launch itself into the air, performing acrobatic flips to dodge incoming attacks.
Martin clicked his tongue.
"They're not just fast... they're weird hard to understand..."
One of the clones narrowly avoided a spear-like tail swipe, teleporting a few meters back just in time.
Martin took note of this even with half his power, the clone's reflexes were pushed to the edge.
And yet, they were holding.
Martin's main body slashed in wide arcs, his weapon a blur as it cut through fur, bone, and steel flesh.
