They were going to end this.
Varkos dodged frantically, his body twisting and turning as he lashed out wildly with his remaining arm.
Lightning crackled around him as he swung, trying desperately to fend off the relentless clones.
But it was pointless.
With one arm missing and facing a clone of one of the most broken humans to ever enter the nightmare, resistance was futile.
The clones closed in from all sides.
A coordinated attack. Precise. Ruthless.
Slash.
A blade tore into his side.
Cleave.
A sword hacked into his shoulder.
Pierce.
A dagger buried itself deep into his leg.
Varkos snarled, his frustration boiling over.
But it didn't matter.
No matter how much he struggled, the onslaught wouldn't stop.
His movements slowed.
His body, once proud and imposing, was now a bloodied mess, struggling to keep up.
And then...
SMACK!
A sharp slap cracked across his face.
His head jerked to the side, blood flying from his lips.
Varkos froze.
