Zouichi shattered someone's wrist and femur just as they tried to pull a gun on him. The man fainted dead away from the pain; he grabbed the weapon and tossed it away without a thought. The next few clones he merely took out with a short chop to the back of the neck. Less satisfying, more efficient. Or at least it was assuming that they'd be getting off this planet within the next few hours or so; otherwise it was just asking for trouble to let this many militarized clones live to attack them again.

He shook his head at her question. "Someone with my genetic code will have increased strength and so on. But, as I'm sure you can appreciate, not the knowledge or experience required to use them effectively. It's no contest."

And there was also the additions he had, beyond the genetically enhanced attributes. "Maybe I should try some basic sparring with you sometime. You seem to know what you're doing."