[Doppelganger Yuri’s eyes widen at the sudden magnetism that tries to draw his sword away, forcing him to let go — it slips through his fingers, friction practically burning through them, hurtling the blade towards who knows where. It’s a huge disadvantage for the fake, but the fight’s not over yet: not when Yuri knows how to fight with punches and kicks himself.
A smile that’s more feral than human glints through the darkness, as if he’s excited at the fact that the fight is no longer in his favor.]
I was going easy on you for being a kid, but looks like you’re also worthy prey.
[Case in point: the mean left hook he’s throwing towards Toph in retaliation. Or at least, it would be, if not for the real Yuri charging in and pulling fake Yuri out with a rough grab. Needless to say, real Yuri is a bit mad himself.]
Don’t talk to her like that!
[To which Doppelganger Yuri taunts back:]
Please. You and your precious values, other me. As if you actually care for them.
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A smile that’s more feral than human glints through the darkness, as if he’s excited at the fact that the fight is no longer in his favor.]
I was going easy on you for being a kid, but looks like you’re also worthy prey.
[Case in point: the mean left hook he’s throwing towards Toph in retaliation. Or at least, it would be, if not for the real Yuri charging in and pulling fake Yuri out with a rough grab. Needless to say, real Yuri is a bit mad himself.]
Don’t talk to her like that!
[To which Doppelganger Yuri taunts back:]
Please. You and your precious values, other me. As if you actually care for them.