He reset. Changed approach again.
Instead of trying to track all three, he stopped tracking. He dropped low, compressed himself tight, and launched — not at a clone, not at Mira, but at the floor space between them, driving through the center of their formation before they could close the gap. The move was disorienting, a body moving in a direction that broke the pattern they'd been building around him, and for a moment all three of them were reacting rather than acting. There was a half-second where the clones' positioning lagged behind their purpose, where Mira's eyes moved to recalculate and found him already somewhere her calculation didn't account for.
He came up behind the formation, grabbed the nearest clone by the back of the collar, and used the full reach of an extended arm to slam it into the second clone before either could fully turn around. Both dissolved on impact — not dramatically, no sound, just the quiet erasure of things that had never quite been real.
