Serif took a deep breath.
Here we go.
Then his silhouette flickered, disappeared, appearing in front of the archer in the blink of an eye.
With chain wrapped around his right hand like a gauntlet, his fist tore through the air, heading for it's head.
But his instincts screamed at the last second, air whoosing as the chain vines snapped towards him.
Serif twisted in the air, the vines passing safely under him, but the archer leapt back putting distance between them.
Serif reached for the vine chain with his right hand, grabbing it he pulled, wanking his clone at the other end forward.
He left the chain, cocked back his fist, and...
Boom, the sound resounded as his fist met with its face.
As the smoke cleared, half of his clone's face was gone, revealing wriggling flesh and vines within.
Noticing Zhadras clone approaching, hammer getting ready to slam into his back, he punched his clone, causing it to bend forward.
