"Fuck off...!"
After a short while, Envy finally snapped. The mask he wore was still eerily smiling, but beneath it, he was already seething. He couldn't make a single move of his own with how relentlessly Axel was pressing on him.
"Stop bothering me...!" He growled.
The next moment, the two clones moved side-by-side—as if silently agreeing to abandon the pincer formation.
But it wasn't just that.
As the two copies lined up beside each other, Axel immediately clocked what Envy was going for. One stays on his front. The other falls back. A bait-and-switch—force Axel to deal with the closer clone first, buying just enough time for the retreating one to slip out of reach.
"Tsk!"
His tongue clicked against his teeth.
The worst part? He couldn't chase one while ignoring the other. He'd have to drive the nearer clone back before even thinking about stopping the second. One beat too slow. Every single time.
Then a new copy appeared.
