Gah! [His other sword gets a hit in. Blots of ink drip from the cut he made into his side. It may look like Hyde, but it had neither the strength nor his skill. He backs off, a mirror swoops between them and soon as it passes, the clone had disappeared.
It hadn't abandon the fight, it's laughter echoing around Roxas. It was biding it's time, from wherever it was hiding, waiting for an opportune moment to strike. Roxas' only hint as to where he could be hiding, is a trail of ink splotches.]
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It hadn't abandon the fight, it's laughter echoing around Roxas. It was biding it's time, from wherever it was hiding, waiting for an opportune moment to strike. Roxas' only hint as to where he could be hiding, is a trail of ink splotches.]