Clone ability user Vs Clone ability user

The clones unsheathed their katanas in unison, their sharp blades glinting ominously. 

"What's the matter, Griswold? Where did all that confidence go?" Osborne taunted, his mocking voice carrying across the battlefield. 

Silas remained silent, his eyes calculating. 'If these clones are the exact copies of him and can create more clones, then…' 

Without wasting another moment, Silas summoned his Grade 5 Soul Reaper Scythe, its dark, ominous blade crackling with energy. 

Osborne barked out a command, his clones springing into action. "Attack, soldiers! Bring me his head!" 

The clones charged forward in perfect synchronization, their katanas slicing through the air as they closed in on Silas. 

Just as the blades were about to strike, Silas leaped to the side, weaving through the incoming attacks with inhuman agility. The moment he landed, he retaliated, swinging his scythe with deadly precision. 

SLASH!