The number of painful attacks kept increasing. Every time I tried to counter, my clone moved in unexpected ways.
Each punch I threw came with another curse aimed at the System for making things more difficult. The bastard was probably enjoying this show.
"Damn it, this is really annoying."
Every time I got close to landing a clean hit, the clone countered like it could read my thoughts. Was it learning from me—or mocking me?
"Hey, System! Don't tell me you're controlling this thing just to hurt me because of a small comment? How petty can you be? I just made a jo—"
Before I could even finish, it started weaving its head from side to side, arms tight while building momentum.
"Why do I hear a jet engine?"
Bang, bang, bang!
The blows came raining in, each one smashing into my face with bone-shaking force, every hit meant to knocked me out.
Goddamn it, I know that move—that's the freaking Dempsey Roll!
I tried to jump back to get my bearings, but it adjusted just as fast.
