Mira was getting visibly annoyed that Jelo could dodge her attacks so easily. Her jaw tightened, her eyes narrowed with frustration, and she huffed audibly before pressing harder. She coordinated flawlessly with her clone, the two of them attacking in alternating waves that left Jelo with little room to breathe.
When the real Mira threw a strike, the clone was already positioning for the follow-up. When Jelo dodged left, they were there waiting. When he moved right, they cut off that angle too. The pressure was relentless, a constant barrage of coordinated attacks that would have overwhelmed most opponents. Their synchronization was perfect, like watching a single fighter split into two bodies operating with one mind.
Jelo realized she was going all out now, no longer holding anything back. If he kept playing pure defense, she'd eventually wear him down or catch him in a mistake. He needed to slow her momentum, disrupt the rhythm she and her clone had established.
