The four pale beings moved without a sound.
Swish!
Two charged straight across the stones to pin Clone One from the front, their curved daggers slicing up toward his throat and chest. The other two blurred and swung wide across the canyon floor to come at him from behind.
Clone One kept his hands loose at his sides and stayed planted on the cracked ground. He had only let a little of his power slip out, because he wanted to see how they would react first.
With the stone beast, reading the rhythm had been easy. Its giant heart had pounded through the earth, and its stone plates had ground together with every breath. These four had no heartbeat. They were like undead. All he had to go on was the scrape of their boots on the rock and the way their weight shifted as they closed in.
Clang!
