As of late, Michael had been forced to clash with creatures of differing shapes and sizes and hadn't faced anything humanoid in quite a while.
Not that he complained.
His mission was to battle aliens, not humans.
Nevertheless, being locked into a duel with a mimicked version of himself was a nice way to remind himself of his skills.
The ground beneath him fractured.
Activating Lightning Surge, he charged like a meteor.
His mimic responded in kind, using the same technique.
The swords they wielded collided in a violent storm of might, creating a booming shockwave.
Neither retreated.
Evenly matched in power.
Not surprising given the mimic's nature. Yet with the fracture running across its core, the endless stamina and regenerative capabilities it had enjoyed until now had been hindered.
With all advantages cut off, it all came down to pure skill and nothing more.
There was no need to mention that the mimic didn't appreciate that development.
