The air crackled with tension as Aria faced the woman she thought she had vanquished and tied up a few minutes ago.
The woman snarled and lunged forward, prompting Aria to draw her mini swords, her voice laced with a plea. "I don't want to hurt you. Please, don't push me."
To Aria's astonishment, the woman's lips curled into a sinister smile before seamlessly morphing into an exact replica of Aria herself, same raven black hair, defiant blue eyes, the same worn leather armor. The echo of Aria's own voice repeated back at her, laced with a mocking edge, "I don't want to hurt you, please don't push me."
The uncanny imitation sent shivers down Aria's spine; a mixture of shock and morbid fascination coursing through her. She had heard of shape-shifters before but had never encountered one in the flesh.
