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((This is LONG overdue. You have my most sincere apologies! To make things easier, here's the edited version of my most recent post on this thread)) 

The young warrior eyes the figure warily, quickly glancing around to get a feel for the room he's now in. "This must be that "new work" of hers...if it's just a carbon copy of him, then I might stand a chance...only one way to find out." Ventus says to himself as he gets into a stance, preparing himself for if and when the Michael lookalike makes a move. 

Not long after Ven contemplated a plan on how to deal with him, the clone picks itself up from the floor, wobbling slightly due to his dulled senses and only just now taking hiss first steps. However, as soon as he spots Ventus, he begins to crack up, an evil chuckle slowly turning into maniacal laughter. The next thing the young warrior knows, the barren clone is enveloped by a dark aura, one that is all too familiar to him. "In the name of Grima...I'll destroy you!" With that being said, he forms an almost exact replica of Ven's keyblade, except it's colored as black as his aura. Soon enough, the two begin to fight, the clanging of blades echoing throughout the room.