This was probably the toughest fight Sabrina ever had in her life. Not because of how difficult it was, though, but because of how evenly matched it was. Her grayish clone was indeed a clone, and as their fight progressed that fact became painfully clear. Every move Sabrina tried to make was countered by her clone, and every move that her clone tried to make was countered by her. Action, counter, action, counter, over and over again. What little semblance of control over their fighting style began to break down as the fight went on, their moves became more erratic and wild as their battered bodies began to reach the end of their rope, and yet they still kept going, still too perfectly matched to pull off a final, decisive move. 

Finally, the real Sabrina, her fur matted with sweat and blood and her breathing heavy and labored, swung a final haymaker at her gray opponent. Graybrina staggered forward, looking just as rough as the real tarantula girl did, and tried to block the wild arm. Both girls missed as they lost their balance, and lightly bumped into one another as the momentum carried them forward. Sabrina and her clone fell to the ground with a resounding thud, too weak and out of breath to make another move against one another. As other fights raged around them, Sabrina and her gray doppelganger merely rested in a disheveled heap on the ground, pondering their next move. Finally, the real Sabrina spoke up between her staggered and painful breaths.

[color=a36209]"This...really blows,"[/color]

"Yeah...ooooh," Graybrina moaned in pain. "My...everything hurts." The real Sabrina tried to come up with a witty response but was in too rough of a shape to come up with anything good.

[color=a36209]"Hey, listen,"[/color] Sabrina said, propping herself up on one arm to look into the battered face of her opponent. [color=a36209]"I don't think we're...oww...going to accomplish anything. I mean....oww, my head...you can do everything I can do, so like...if you know everything I'm going to do, you can't, like, do anything that I won't know that you can do either...I think..."[/color]

Graybrina nodded, mulling over what the real tarantula girl was espousing. "So...I can't beat you, because you can do everything I can do, and you can't beat me, because...the other way around..."

[color=a36209]"Yeah,"[/color] Sabrina muttered, wiping the sweat from her eyes and coming to a decision. [color=a36209]"So...let's, like...NOT fight, 'kay?"[/color]

"Aren't we...supposed to?"

[color=a36209]"Yeeeeeaaaah...but I don't wanna,"[/color] Sabrina mumbled lazily. [color=a36209]"Do you wanna?"[/color]

"No, not really. Truce?"

[color=a36209]"Truce. Want to go watch the Nathans fight?"[/color]

"Sure."

Together, the two arachnid girls managed to peel themselves up from the floor, stagger over to where Nathan was having his fight, and flopped back to the ground to watch the show. Checking her pocket, the real Sabrina was pleased to discover that the candy bar she kept there was miraculously still intact. She quickly unwrapped it and broke it into two pieces.

[color=a36209]"Butterfinger?"[/color] Sabrina asked, offering her clone the other half of the candy. With a weak smile, Graybrina accepted the candy bar and the pair of them munched happily on their Butterfingers as they cheered on Nathan in his own battle.