A triple trap, pinned, crushed, and cleaved in a single motion.
In that microsecond, the vibrant light in the avatar's eyes extinguished, turning dull and lifeless.
The axe tore through her waist and his fist shattered her face, but the impact yielded only the hollow sound of splintering ice. The moment contact was made, she swapped positions with a decoy, leaving a frozen shell to absorb the catastrophic force. The clone shattered into a million glinting specks, scattering across the barren ground.
Instead of pressing the offensive or scanning for her new position, Björn simply stood down. He lowered the heavy axe, the crimson aura around him settling into a slow, heavy pulse. He shook his head, a look of profound disappointment washing over his features.
"You truly aren't her," he said.
He paused, letting out a sharp, breathless laugh before shaking his head again.
