Cyrus: "It sort of reminds me of a friend back home!"
*I yell, preparing two claymores from my hands.*
<Snipped quote by The Monitor 2>
*Re-merges with the copies and starts running as fast as I can, before catching my grip and spawning runes in the air around me, firing purifying beams at the creature*
*Proceeds to screech with the similar claw on chalkboard sound as it stumps on the ground and the very cliffs seem to spawn even more creatures*
*Delta stands there unaffected because... reploid, and Cyrus just doesn't care.*
*Delta you do however notice a crack in your good arm that seems to be oozing a milk-white like mucus out of nowhere and Cyrus you now have three arms, but the third one just grew from your back*