Two more copies of Irene had appeared behind them. It was one of her most dangerous abilities, and one that had helped Irene keep her plans hidden all this time--Temporal Clones.
These were no mere clones. They were representations of future actions. The Irene if she had attacked from the front, the Irene of she had attacked from the left, and the Irene if she had attacked from the right.
Their hands each held a still-beating heart of the guards. Each clone spoke in turn as they finished each other's sentences. Both the one hold guards up by their necks, and then ones behind them holding their hearts.
"Such a beautiful and fragile thing the heart is..."
"Isn't it?"
"It is symbol of both our very lives as well as all the ideals we hold inside us."
It was at this moment that the real Irene spoke again. "Now you can fade away into nothingness with those ideals of yours..."
