[Ochako’s gaze snapped to the clones as they closed in, their blank eyes mirroring her own reflection. It was unsettling, but she pushed the unease aside. She didn’t need to fight everything—she had a partner. Her job was clear: take these fakes down.
She charged forward; fists clenched. The first clone lunged at her, but Ochako ducked low, sweeping her leg beneath it and knocking it off balance. As it stumbled, she pressed her hand to its chest and sent it floating upward.
Two more clones rushed her from either side. She twisted away from one’s strike, her movement fluid as water, and planted a hard kick into the other’s torso. Her foot connected with satisfying force, sending it sprawling to the ground. Without missing a beat, she grabbed a chunk of debris with her Zero Gravity and hurled it toward the clone struggling to rise. The impact sent it shattering into nothingness.
Sweat dripped down her brow, but her focus was razor-sharp. She sidestepped another attack, her fist colliding with the clone’s jaw in a precise, practiced strike. Each blow carried her defiance, her determination to prove she was stronger than them -- her fears.
It felt therapeutic, even.
She stood there for a moment, catching her breath, the battlefield eerily quiet around her now.]
One fight down...
[She turned toward the remaining chaos, her brown eyes blazing with determination. Together, they would finish this.]
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She charged forward; fists clenched. The first clone lunged at her, but Ochako ducked low, sweeping her leg beneath it and knocking it off balance. As it stumbled, she pressed her hand to its chest and sent it floating upward.
Two more clones rushed her from either side. She twisted away from one’s strike, her movement fluid as water, and planted a hard kick into the other’s torso. Her foot connected with satisfying force, sending it sprawling to the ground. Without missing a beat, she grabbed a chunk of debris with her Zero Gravity and hurled it toward the clone struggling to rise. The impact sent it shattering into nothingness.
Sweat dripped down her brow, but her focus was razor-sharp. She sidestepped another attack, her fist colliding with the clone’s jaw in a precise, practiced strike. Each blow carried her defiance, her determination to prove she was stronger than them -- her fears.
It felt therapeutic, even.
She stood there for a moment, catching her breath, the battlefield eerily quiet around her now.]
One fight down...
[She turned toward the remaining chaos, her brown eyes blazing with determination. Together, they would finish this.]