[color=000000][h3]Damian Hill[/h3][/color]

As the clone charged at Damian, the panicked boy ducked down and turned his shadow into a dome to cover himself. The monochrome clone began to pound into the black, transparent shield and cracks soon began to form around where its fists struck. [i]This isn't going to last long. It's too bright in here.[/i] Damian began to frantically search the room for somewhere he'd have an advantage, a dark corner of the room, something. That's when he noticed the bleachers. [i]Those would probably provide the most amount of darkness.[/i]

The dome-shield suddenly dissipated before turning into a large box-like shape and shoving the clone out of the ring. Damian wasn't sure if getting a ring-out mattered and didn't want to lose due to a misunderstanding of the rules, so he used his opponent as a guinea pig. Seeing the clone starting to stand back up, and confirming his suspicions that the match would continue, the boy ran for the bleachers to at least gain a slight edge over his opponent.

It wasn't as simple as the shadow manipulator had thought though as his opponent's own shadow wrapped around his foot, tripping and dragging him away from the bleachers. Damian spun onto his back and tried to pull himself free but he wasn't strong enough. [color=ed1c24]"Let go of me!"[/color] he shouted back before his shadow transformed into a cleaver-like shape and severed his opponent's shadow. Both Damians' shadows turned into a mass of tendrils and seemingly began to flail wildly as they tried to hit the other, each attack being countered and each counter-attack being countered.

The two seemed to be evenly matched. Unless you watched the ground beneath them, as one of the real Damian's tendrils slowly snaked across the floor and began to rise above the black and white clone. The hidden tendril then wrapped itself around the fake Damian's mouth and nose, constricting his breathing until the clone passed out. Falling to the floor in exhaustion, sweat beginning to form on his brow, the real boy tried to catch his breath. Using his power for such precise and quick movements in such a brightly lit environment really drained the energy out of him.