Steel rang out in the void, echoing endlessly as Leon clashed against the shadow of himself. His blade moved on instinct, but even as he fought, his thoughts sharpened.
'This phony is good at its job.'
He snapped his wrist, thrusting his sword straight for the copy's head. The strike was fast, and l decisive but the copy tilted its head a fraction, the motion efficiently clean and its footwork was flawless as it slid into a counter, its blade hissing through the air toward Leon's ribs.
Leon twisted away, steel scraping past his side.
'It has all my sword skills… down to the micro movements.'
The next moment their swords collided again, the void ringing with a relentless rhythm.
Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.
Sparks burst with each strike as they drove at one another, neither giving ground. Finally, their blades locked in a heavier clash, the force rippling through the void as both were shoved backward.
