There was no way that had just happened, yet it had, and only Abigail's ability to react quickly was the only reason she hadn't just lost her arm as metal rang against metal.  As long as she was being toyed with, she would have a chance, but she held no illusions about winning the fight against her six armed giant opponent.  She was a Shadow, the true self?  Bullshit!  "You're not my true self!  And I don't plan to die today!"  She yelled back, outmatched, out armed, but not about to roll over and die either, Abigail wasn't feeling nearly as strong as she was making herself sound.  She couldn't attack, that'd be suicide, but defending until and IF help ever got here, that wouldn't work either most likely anyway since no one knew where she was.  Even so, Abigail wasn't going to sit still and let this wannabe try to eliminate her.  "Don't think I'm going to stand here and let you kill me, no matter what you are!"