Vance drop-kicked another clone in the mouth, knocking it in a perfect arc backwards into the dust. The next three came at him from behind, and he placed his hands on the ground, twisting around and kicking two of them in the head. He moved into a front flip, then turned around just in time to punch the final clone straight through its stomach, leaving a gaping hole in its chest as it crumbled to the ground.
Losing his patience, Vance let out a roar, riveting psynergy from his arms. The remaining clones were mercilessly throttled, left with no chance to defend themselves as purple death ripped through their energy.
He shivered. It felt as if the raging flow of psynergy was going to burst through his body like a waterfall passing through a plastic straw. Purple tendrils leaped off his body, completely unhindered and without control. It felt good, but at the same time, he felt as if he’d lost the ability to slow himself down.