The attack was unexpected. Bruce had known many of the clones – seen them as allies; friends, even. They had never shown any signs of being aggressive, or hateful, or-... capable. He never would have expected them to be capable of such an act.

He supposed that didn’t matter now, though. There he lied, huddled in the corner of the training temple, barely hidden. Perhaps he would have been less noticeable, if not for the trail of blood leading right to him. He held his side, breath a bit heavy, hoarse, as he held his bloody side. Footsteps echoed down the hall, and his eyes closed. This was it. He was sure; another sweep of clones, coming to finish him off.