[It's hard to accept it's not Michael when he speaks like him, sounds like him, moves like him. The way he dodges Mikoto, parries her–it's a mirror image. The similarity strikes him cold, threatening to strike him useless.
Until Mikoto blocks his view.
It's enough to snap him to his senses. Remind him that he's not fighting alone and propel him forward, understanding Mikoto's planned tactic without needing any words or clues. He moves fast and wide, hitting not from the back–too predictable–but from the side, darting in quick and low.]
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Until Mikoto blocks his view.
It's enough to snap him to his senses. Remind him that he's not fighting alone and propel him forward, understanding Mikoto's planned tactic without needing any words or clues. He moves fast and wide, hitting not from the back–too predictable–but from the side, darting in quick and low.]