"Stay out of this!" Cassian shouted, his voice firm as he faced off against Amina's clone. The group had stumbled upon another cluster of doppelgangers, and this time, Cassian insisted on handling one alone. He wanted to test himself—to measure how far he'd come against a formidable opponent. And Amina's clone was the perfect challenge.
Unlike the real Amina, who wasn't the strongest in raw power, her fighting technique was impeccable—fluid, precise, and deadly. The clone had taken that technique and refined it to an almost unnatural perfection. Each swing of her sword left a shimmering blue arc in its wake, the air around it carrying a piercing chill that Cassian could feel with every clash.
