There had been a time where seeing his clone face-to-face nearly immobilized him with anger and disgust, but this was less like looking into a mirror than it was looking into a mirror some years ago. It was certainly disconcerting in its own right, but somehow less so, knowing how much older he was and all the subtleties of the ways they'd differentiated themselves.

What mattered was that he'd apparently hit a nerve, which meant he had to keep striking. An angry opponent was a sloppy opponent. He ducked the hit, putting his back to the other wall in the process.

"Do you really think Black Shadow will have use for you after I'm dead? The only reason you even exist is because he couldn't kill me himself."