He downplayed his game to match hers, evading, blocking and counterattacking every so often; Zamira felt like it was an even match.
"Is that all you got?~" Mocking occurred with low frequency, but it didn't fail to trigger her emotions.
Slowly but surely, he noticed something strange... Zamira stopped using her fists and instead, she used her palm wide open.
"What are you doing?" He evaded one of her 'claws'.
"This is so fun, master!" Instead of answering, Zamira laughed livelily and kept chasing after him in the small clearing, sending attack after attack, at some point she could literally see a 'mirage' version of him, moving around, but this mirage was still far from being able to copy his original movements.
