Serif took a deep breath, here we go, then he flickered, disappeared, appearing in front of the archer, chain wrapped around his right hand like a gauntlet, ready to punch.
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 effortlessly under him, but the archer leapt back putting distance between them.
Serif reached for the vine chain with his right hand, gripping it he pulled, wanking his clone at the other end forward.
He left the chain, cocked back his fist, and boom, an explosion as his fist met with its face.
As the smoke cleared, half of his clone's face was scorched, revealing wriggling flesh and vines within.
Without wasting time, he bent the clone, holding it's hand and rolled onto its back avoiding a hammer which slammed into the clones wounded face.
Before Zhadra's clone could retrieve the hammer, Serif's leg snapped into the air, and wacked her head, sending it flying.
