Zabaniya cloning

In an instant, it was like I was being flooded with energy and strength, and I felt my clothing and even, to a lesser degree, my body shift form. I was cloaked now entirely in black, masked by a plate of white shaped like a jawless skull. I was the Hundred-Faced Hassan, one of the nineteen candidates for the position of head of a league of assassins.

Delusional Illusion
“Zabaniya.”

A moment later, and more of myself appeared, each one slightly different from the others and all crouched in the dark atop the roofs around me. There was one each for each ganger, to facilitate a quick and easy takedown. Each of my brothers and sisters would strike simultaneously, unseen and unheard until the moment of attack, and render each ganger unconscious with a single blow.

Zabaniya: Delusional Illusion, the power of the Hundred-Faced Hassan. In the original hero, the power might have manifested itself such that each individual body had an individual personality, but that was because the Hundred-Faced Hassan had fractured his own mind so that he could fulfill whatever role was required of him for whatever task. In me, however, I couldn’t split my mind that way, so each of the copies was just another me and would vanish once the Install was let go.