"Finish it?" Yuuna replied. She heard that shout. She understood what it meant. And she knew what she was going to do.

"Kill me, finish it." Her clone answered, and the crowd roared, bloodlust apparent in their cries. They wanted to see their hero fall, they wanted to see what would happen next, and above all, they wanted blood! And as these stories so very often go? They were going to be disappointed.

Yuuna's boot lashed out once, kicking her double in the side of the head, sending her spinning to the ground. The crowd started to bellow in rage, but then her foot darted out again, kicking the doppelganger in the stomach. The clone coughed, spitting up blood, reflexively flinched away even, but that was the end of it.

The Ranger dropped her sword, and the illusion began to fade, leaving behind only the clone, the real, and Waver.

"Why...Why didn't you?"

"Because I'm not you. I'm better than that."

"But you...kicked...me...?"

"Nobody ever said I was a saint. You were talking shit about my friends. I don't let that pass."