In the heat of battle, Myo’s mouth was full of the taste of her own organs, her own blood, yet it was not her viscera. Blood stained the underclothes of her armor as well as leaked from her flesh as she pulled out a knife and slashed the neck of a charging clone. Myo had been cloned, who knows how many time. Hell, she probably was a clone too, but this was all so R Corp. could have the strongest possible version of her. Her red eyes were narrowed in concentration as she bit once more.