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As he watched with utter incredulity, it seemed entirely clear to Asad that Morgunov was still just having fun. The fact that he was jumping at the clones in midair--that seemed especially ridiculous. Asad obviously didn't know the full extent of the Mad Demon's powers, but given everything that he'd witnessed thus far, he had to imagine that the madman had some means of flying at his disposal. And yet he wasn't using it. He was just jumping.

Instead of destroying the third clone of Miles, however, Morgunov grabbed him by the head, palming it like a basketball while the clone's body ragdolled wildly around him. Perhaps the clone was flailing on purpose, struggling to counterattack in the midst of that absurd situation, but Asad couldn't tell; and it didn't take much longer for Morgunov to leap after the fourth and final clone, closing in at rocket speed.

Just as his flying robot let go of the fourth clone, the Mad Demon took the third in hand and quite literally dunked it down on top of the fourth. The impact between the clones was strong enough to send an audible shock wave through the air, and one of them was obliterated while the other got spiked into the ground with another sandy explosion.

Asad felt the reverberations from both hits and saw the sands all around them tremble, too.

Morgunov, meanwhile, was still up in the air, sitting on one of his hovering robots and laughing his head off. "Is that one point for me or two?! Or maybe it should be four, since there were four of you?! Eheheheh!"

Dear merciful gods, Asad thought. This really was just one big game to him, wasn't it? He'd known that all along, but somehow, it was never more obvious than right now.