Jason narrowed his eyes at the glass, breathing heavily through his nose. His reflection stared back, equally intense, equally dramatic.
"So… we are truly the same. But only one Jason can carry the mantle of Heaven's Chosen."
He spun the revolver in his hand like a gunslinger in a cheap Western flick, completely forgetting that he had no idea how to spin a revolver.
The gun immediately slipped from his hand, smacked the ground, and almost went off.
Jason froze. His reflection froze too.
A tense silence.
Jason picked it back up, coughing like nothing happened. "Hmph. Nice trick. Trying to make me drop my weapon with your killing aura. But it won't work a second time."
The reflection, of course, copied his every move.
Jason's lips curved into a grin.
"So you really are my equal. Fine. Then we settle this the old-fashioned way."
He spread his stance, aimed his revolver, and whispered:
"Quickdraw duel… begins now."
