The building the Crimson Clone had shot with its hand gun shattered into giant pieces, falling towards the streets, each piece causing the ground to shake as Valefar kept his balance.
'Hand gun', he thought about the Clone's hand gesture by the time it saw him and the other allies. "Never has something been so literal." He said to himself.
The Clone as he recalled had the exact same posture and everything as Bright with the exception of its face. The Clone lacked any facial features, not even a mouth. It was truly blank, even if it was drenched in a mist of crimson.
"Too bad I can't see its face by the time I kill it." Valefar remarked as he whipped out his Duke's Hellraisers, but his ears perked up at the sound of a wild dog barking loudly, and the ground was shaking.
