Michael's mimic was forced to call back Devil and Angel's imitation…. As such, it was only natural that Michael would do the same.
While his body slammed against the replica of the fox, his eyes shone brighter, his two soul weapons obeying his call.
In the span of a second, two more silhouettes materialized next to him, one radiating a graceful presence, another emitting a repulsive aura.
Unhappy that his battle with his own mimic had been cut short, Devil threw a glance at his master.
His grimace deepened when he noticed the two conjured light swords Michael was using to climb aboard the colossal creature.
"What the hell is this?!" Devil spat in outrage. "You dare wield not one but two swords behind my back?! How could you?! Without a doubt, this has to be the biggest betrayal of my life!"
Overhearing his shout, Angel couldn't help but smirk.
"It turned out that you weren't as irreplaceable as you thought."
"Shut your mouth, wench!"
