"I've killed your kind before," Nadira told her clone. The clone laughed.
"You killed the prototype," she answered scornfully. "The imperfect version. I have been perfected."
"Cut the small talk," Nadira snapped. "Only one of us is leaving this room."
The fight began.
On the other side of the room, Caitlin and Erica teamed up against their clones.
"That's hardly fair," the Erica clone pouted.
"That's why you're a clone," Erica said. "I would never pout about something like that... it's a welcome challenge."
Caitlin and her clone remained silent and soon, all four were tangled in battle.
Riebe said nothing for a long period of time. Finally, she turned away.
"Ask," she growled. Her right hand had regained its fist. She was impatient and annoyed.