Lucivar bit his lower lip hard, holding his bleeding left hand.
His eyelids were trembling uncontrollably from the pain from having four of his fingers, sliced was nothing to scoff at, this was the bloodiest battle he had ever been in. Lucivar very much hated the traditional confrontation like this, and this is the reason why.
Raising his gaze, he saw that the doppelganger was in the same condition.
As an exact copy of himself, the doppelganger also hated this situation.
But even then, the doppelganger was the first one to stand.
"I expected no less from you, bastard oracle, you tricked me to come out but in the end, you would never beat me," He said, stretching his arms to the side menacingly. "I am you and for that, you would never beat me without killing yourself!"
"Raarggh!" Lucivar shouted furiously and rushed ahead again.
Every step was a painful step and yet he forced himself forward, fueled by his bloodlust.