Post by Illya Ivanov on Mar 29, 2007 15:43:08 GMT -5
My rightful place is on top of the world...
Illya stood in the middle of the holoroom, facing off against what appeared to be himself. The colors of clothing where inverted, white where black should of been and vice versa. other than that, there where really no visible differences between the two. The match started with a ring of the bell, though neither of them moved, watching with narrowed blue eyes.
A quick training match. That was all this was to him, just a fight to see if he had improved, or if he had to find a way around a weakness. Both of the Illya's studied each other in a typical fashion, before the real one said something in a low voice, a slight smirk on his face. A challenge, it seemed, though their voices could not be heard. They where stepping forward, closer to each other as the words grew more heated. Without warning, the fake lashed out, leading to a heated battle.
...Which one of you is strong enough to join me there?
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