Asher stood calmly as he held the fist of the clone that stared back at him with the same calm purple eyes he himself always used when facing his opponents. The two figures remained locked in place, identical in stance and presence, as though a mirror had gained substance and stepped into reality.
'If this is what my opponents feel when they fight against me, then I really am a monster,' Asher mused quietly to himself, the thought carrying neither pride nor fear, only detached contemplation.
Personally, he wanted to continue the spar, but the time designated for that had already come to an end, and lingering any longer would only disrupt the facility's schedule. He sighed softly, then with a mere thought, he cancelled his light clone ability. His clone dissipated into countless light photons with that same calm expression still lingering on its face, scattering gently like drifting fireflies before vanishing entirely.
