"Copy!"
Just as Buggy raised his dagger to stab Buck, a fake Buggy appeared in front of him.
Buggy froze. He stopped himself without thinking. Even if the man was a fake, he couldn't bring himself to strike.
Anyone else would have reacted the same way.
Besides, the fake looked more real than the real thing. Standing there in the flesh, he was like Buggy's reflection in a mirror.
Stab!
A cold flash cut through the air. Buck stabbed the fake Buggy to death, then gave Buggy a deliberately provocative look, the corners of his mouth curling into a smug smile.
Buggy ground his teeth in fury, his nose nearly twisting out of shape. "You killed him?"
"Of course. I made him, so I have every right to destroy him."
"Copy!" Buck waved his hand again, and another Buggy appeared.
It was like magic, without warning or a single flaw. Buck whipped his blade up against the copy's nose. A chill ran down Buggy's spine, and his whole body went tense. "What the hell are you trying to do?"
"Heh. Whatever I want." Before the words had left his mouth, Buck mercilessly sliced off the fake Buggy's red nose.
Buggy nearly lost his mind. He knew it was a fake, but he still felt ready to explode. Without another thought, his arms detached from his body and sent his blades stabbing toward Buck.
Stab!
Buck made no move to dodge. Just as the blades were about to hit him, the fake Buggy ignored his pain and threw himself in front of Buck.
"Ah..." His dagger had sunk into "his own" chest. Buggy panicked, and in that instant of hesitation, Buck slashed through both his hands. His arms were severed, but Buggy was a splitting man. He was unharmed.
"Damn it,