[His warning had come too late, his actions too slow to stop the attack. He suddenly stopped his charge, beside the fallen clone, watching with horror as Sander stumbled back. He hadn't the same fortune of avoiding injury as Falcon had.]
No...
[His instinct was to go over to him, to try and help, even if there was nothing he could do. But the decision was already made for him. He had to fight, he had no choice. Turning back around to his double, as he rose up beside him, he snarled furiously, flames burning brightly around his body.]
You bastard!
[His aura concentrated into a single point, focusing around his right arm. He wasn't going to wait for Blood to stand up, to find his feet. He wasn't going to give the slightest moment of hesitation, not a bit of restraint. With all the force he could manage, he dived forwards, his fist aimed straight towards the cyborg's face.]