[Well when you put it that way? Yuuna nods, not turning around.]

Fine.

[And then the dance begins. Yuuna and her double become a whirling dervish of steel and sparks. Right, left, right left, a waltz turning into a samba. The Proper Yuuna is definitely more skilled, but aiming to disable, her blade turning aside the shadow's lethal attacks.

A few times she's forced back, or staggers under the weight of a much more vicious blow, but something about her seems...different. Maybe it's just adrenaline, but Yuuna's progressively hitting harder and harder, until eventually she couples skill with strength and knocks her double's blade away. With a growl, she slams a boot into the woman's belly and overbears her, sword pressed against her neck.]

You lose. For all that strength, if you really were me then you've forgotten what it means to be a fighter.

Heh...then finish it!

[Yuuna hesitates at that, but her double starts to laugh.]

Finish it, if you really think you've won. Or I'll just come back and kill you...and kill her!

[The shade's eyes find Merrill's, and she licks her lips menacingly. And that elicits a snarl from the true Yuuna, a hand going up to grab the clone's hair.]

I should, shouldn't I? Shouldn't I!