Calmly, Zato's reflection quickly stepped from the mirror. The grin on it's sightless face -well, mostly sightless anyways- far toothier and more unnerving than anything the real man could produce. In a flash it drew a blade from within its cane, tilting its head slightly as the light slash intended to cut the monk's throat open was blocked almost accidentally. "Very good. Glad to see this form is not as weak as the last, though crippled nonetheless."<br/><br/>The words come quick, the blows that follow even quicker. In a flurry of barely dodged slashes, a single crimson streak cuts through as Zato's left arm is carved off at the elbow. Sickeningly, the twisted reflection of him runs its blade along the inside of its left elbow, bringing the blade to its lips as it continues to grin. "Mmmmm... delicious. Let us see how long you last before I cut you down and go searching for this... mAry was it? Her screams will no doubt be delightful."