" What..."
As Troy looked in the direction in which they were pointing, he was so shocked that he didn't even finish his sentence. What lay before them was the clones, except it was different this time, all the clones, at the same moment conjured a ball of flames in their palms, their movements were in sync, not one of them was a second it less behind, they moved completely at the same time. Instead of them trampling on the clones like an army of ants, the clones would be the ones destroying them this time. It was their turn to attack. The tides of the battle had changed, and it was not in their favor.
" I'm way too old for this," Troy complained once again.
" How do we dodge something like that? You've got any more bright ideas, Odo?" Feran turned to Odo expecting a suggestion.
