Draiss actually had enough time to realize that it wasn't a perfect copy of him, but it was slightly faster to make up for not being able to copy his complete thoughts and memories. It also didn't seem to have his blindsense, which was a slight boon, though in this confined space, it really wasn't doing anything to help him. Which meant there was a routine that should work, but it was a gamble, even for him, and if it didn't work, it would leave him badly wounded and with one weapon to match his opponent's two. All it took to decide him was a glance at the mirror clone, and his jaw tightened, before going for it. He began working his opponent's blades outward, making a small but unexploitable hole in its defenses, it slight speed advantage allowing it to keep up with the unexpected striking angles, but not completely perfectly, which merely confirmed his first impression, a damn good copy, but still just a copy. He took a short breath, flooding his system with a touch more adrenaline, before allowing the copy to disarm his left hand, a bang spell going off in its face, merely a distraction as his left hand came back, his right coming around after knocking the opponent's right hand out of line, as if trying to exploit the rapidly closing hole that the earlier center hole and newly created one on its right side had made.<br/><br/>He reached back, as if planning to do a back pass, the blade off to not slash himself as he did so, before turning the blade on as it passed behind him, the energy blade going through his lower back, out his diaphragm, and into his opponent's energy center, before he twisted the blade up and then to the side, ripping open his back and chest with his own move, but shredding the opponent's chest and then head, if it worked.