Kyle stood his ground as the four clones rushed toward him, their attention still fixed on Blake. That alone settled one thing in his mind: they followed orders blindly. Genesis had merely filled their bodies with energy and implanted a command within them, and that command had become their sole purpose for existing.
Kyle drew Aquilla and leapt backward, narrowly evading the first punch. With a fluid motion, he released the bow. The weapon shot forward and pierced the head of the nearest clone, dropping it instantly.
Their artificial minds were their greatest weakness, and judging by Blake's actions, it seemed he had realized the same thing. Unfortunately, he was already in a condition where he could barely keep himself upright.
Kyle surveyed the battlefield from a third-person perspective, taking in every movement around him. Two clones were closing in from opposite sides while another charged directly toward him, most likely serving as a distraction for the others.
