Riley's lips curled into a smirk.
'I expected that too.'
The instant the clone blocked his knee, Riley twisted sharply, slashing his dagger downward in one brutal arc—aimed directly at the clone's exposed face.
The clone's head jerked in an attempt to escape, but it was just a fraction too slow.
Shing!
The blade tore across its face from top to bottom, splitting through its flesh like paper.
—1700!
Another crimson notification flared above its head, and a spray of thick, black blood burst from the wound.
The clone staggered back, its body tilting as if unbalanced from the blow—half its face now covered in that oozing dark liquid, dripping in long, viscous lines.
Riley didn't give it time to breathe.
His feet kicked off the ground the moment the notification faded.
'Lunge!'
A surge of power coursed through his legs, and his body grew lighter, the world around him slowing slightly.
