The battle's flow had changed completely from the vision he'd seen, but Nikolai couldn't help but feel a strange irritation that lingered along the surface of his limbs. Similar to pins and needles, it throbbed and pricked in sync with his breathing.
What's wrong with me?
His fingers tightened around the Desert Eagle as the remaining Rika clones retreated into the smoke.
They didn't scatter like frightened beasts.
Their movements seemed too clean for that, slipping backwards through the broken centre of the eastern wall while their green eyes remained fixed on the defenders. Their bodies moved swiftly and without sound. Their tails swaying behind them as if something had given them a silent order.
Nikolai hated the sudden change.
It reminded him of the clones he killed earlier and how they eventually seemed almost human.
"Why are they backing off?" Nikita muttered, rifle still raised.
Selene's pistol remained aimed toward the breach. "They may be regrouping for another push."
