The centaurs kept hacking and slashing, their blades cutting through the clones of the Bear Beast Man with brutal efficiency. The clones fell in droves, yet each strike seemed to give rise to even more duplicates. The Bear Beast Man's eyes glowed with fury, his roar shaking the very air around them.
"How dare you? Do you think I am trash you can simply cut down?" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls of the dungeon.
As he spoke, the chests of the fallen clones began to glow with a faint yellow light, runes appearing and shimmering ominously. Suddenly, the rate of cloning accelerated, with new duplicates forming almost instantaneously.