Yukio is completely ruthless. Though it probably helps that he and his twin are not on the best of terms, despite what Rin considers his best efforts. But Yukio is right -- these aren't Rin. They're just foul reflections, wielding his voice and shape and power.
The real Rin hears the voices, and manages to sit up inside his prison. He beats on the walls, yelling as loudly as he can. "HEYYY! I'M IN HERE! SOMEONE! BREAK ME OUT!"
The arrow strikes the roof-clone through the shoulder, making him stumble and miss his mark from the sheer pain of it. Iron hurts! Imagine that! But it doesn't take him down, and he continues swiping with flame-clad claws. And carrying on a stiff conversation.
"Yukio... we're brothers!! Why would you aim that at your brother? Put the bow away, I won't hurt you."
He says, as he's vehemently trying to claw Yukio's face off.
Meanwhile, Beau's dagger finds its mark... but not quite right on center. It's enough to disorient the clone, though, and the firewall wavers.
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The real Rin hears the voices, and manages to sit up inside his prison. He beats on the walls, yelling as loudly as he can. "HEYYY! I'M IN HERE! SOMEONE! BREAK ME OUT!"
The arrow strikes the roof-clone through the shoulder, making him stumble and miss his mark from the sheer pain of it. Iron hurts! Imagine that! But it doesn't take him down, and he continues swiping with flame-clad claws. And carrying on a stiff conversation.
"Yukio... we're brothers!! Why would you aim that at your brother? Put the bow away, I won't hurt you."
He says, as he's vehemently trying to claw Yukio's face off.
Meanwhile, Beau's dagger finds its mark... but not quite right on center. It's enough to disorient the clone, though, and the firewall wavers.