Fighting each other's shadows was much more risky than anything else for one simple reason: if for example Orasio died while fighting Stark's shadow, his shadow would die, resulting in Stark having to fight his shadow who still had much more HP than he had.
Basically… if one of them died before they could finish them, it was game over for both.
"COME AT ME, FAKE ORASIO," he shouted again and dashed toward the red-haired boy's shadow, it had his shield in hand, ready to block all the attacks.
"ALl-TImE BArRRiEr" it mimicked one of Orasio's skills, and when Stark tried to punch the guardian, he was met with a green sphere that took his attacks.
~PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH~
~CRACK~
In the momentum of his punches, a crack started forming around the sphere, meaning that he was in the right path to kill Orasio's shadow.
But of course, these things weren't dumb.
~FWISH~
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