Akin to staring at himself from a shining mirror, the mimic copied his every move without any kind of delay.
It became apparent that winning would require a different approach than the battles he had fought so far.
Outsmarting a foe that could essentially guess and adapt to his every battle style was nigh impossible.
"To confuse your enemy, first confuse yourself." Michael chuckled, a quote he had heard somewhere ringing in his mind, somehow fitting the situation perfectly.
He didn't hesitate for even a moment before charging in.
The mimic responded, meeting him head-on.
Coming face-to-face without the intervention of a third party, Michael used Parallel Sight.
Just as he expected, the technique proved useless.
The mimic had so many potential moves that the space between them lit up. Since Michael himself was fundamentally capable of executing any kind of attack, the same was true for his copy.
