Defeating oneself, plainly speaking, meant shattering one's own limits.
As long as Orion had grown enough, he could crush the enemy before him. He was intimately familiar with this concept; he had faced trials like this before and knew exactly how to handle them.
But first, he needed to confirm a few things.
Orion didn't dodge, nor did he brace for impact.
Just as the war scythe was about to cleave into his flesh, silver light erupted from his right eye. His ocular ability, Temporal Dilation, activated.
Instantly, the descending war scythe froze. Time itself was suspended in that fractured instant.
The window was infinitesimally small, but in a clash between masters, a fraction of a second was all the opportunity one needed.
Orion vanished, reappearing directly behind his doppelgänger. Mirroring the exact same stance, he swung his own war scythe.
Slash!
