[They're both tired, and it's probably starting to show. This is becoming a desperate battle, each of them seeking to prove something, either to themselves or the other, and even Asch can't tell who's doing what by now. He takes a step forward aggressively, as if to attack, and raises his sword, already mentally selecting the next arte to use.
He falters at the second step, though, when a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest forces him to a dead stop, and he lifts a shaky hand to his heart. Now? This is happening now? Ugh, it's all the replica's fault, isn't it-]
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He falters at the second step, though, when a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest forces him to a dead stop, and he lifts a shaky hand to his heart. Now? This is happening now? Ugh, it's all the replica's fault, isn't it-]