A clone, well, your standard clone. He or she wouldn't have had the cognitive instincts to understand why Beretta stood out from the crowd. Why she seemed so out of place, that she might pose a threat to them. Castor was<i>different</i>, there was threads of that possibility even in her mission portfolio shared by her handler. Yet no one wanted to admit it. Why would they? It'd complicate things.<br/><br/>The first signs of it was the way his fingers tightened around the thin sheet of metal paneling that'd been taken off the side of the booth to access it's wiring and circuit boards. A fleeting idea, not a tactical one. That a piece of metal, no matter how flimsy could serve to protect him. He had no combat experience of any kind really. It was an absolute wonder how he'd managed to pull it off of the floor in time to bring it before his torso. The hooked prongs of the taser projectiles would meet the thin steel with an audible sound.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><i><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">CLANG-NNNNN!  <br/>
</span></i>​</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The barbs transmitted electricity for only a moment, long enough to hear the static pop of it arcing between the two barbs before the weapon realized it'd missed the mark and stopped pushing voltage down it's tendrils. He'd deflected it, against all odds showing a presence of mind that was capable of not just instinct but reasoning and strategy. Even if it was subconscious, even if he had no training. He'd done <i>something </i>in the face of danger, he didn't just freeze. Castor hurriedly rushed to his feet but he certainly wasn't much faster than Beretta's approach. <br/>
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He rose to his full height, using one palm on the edge of D.J. booth to push himself to a stance. Opposite hand held before him with his palm facing her. <b>"H-hey, what was that?! Who are you?"</b> Castor exclaimed with a higher pitch to his tone, showing confusion mixed with some fear. The crowd dispersed further when they'd heard the deflection of the barbs and the electricity arcs. Yet the action wasn't loud enough to effect the whole club, still, nearly a fourth of the dance floor nearest to them had cleared out. Partially because others just reacted and ran because they saw people running. The music had yet to stop and many onlookers stared wide-eyed trying to piece together what was happening.</span>