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Unfortunately for the pathetic fake, the gigantic saber had already neared its destinationβready to cleave this false hero in two.
Death is coming, Zero.
Yes, this was the fake that he remembered oh so long ago. He was as nimble as ever, dodging his attack as if it were little more than an annoyance.
All this to STILL be inferior to the original Zero.
Omega dragged his blade through the ground...
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-would charge it up to fire a blast of energy towards his opponent. Regardless if it was successful he would attempt to charge forward. βHah!!β
He would for a slice with his trusty Z-Saber aimed at Omegaβs armor.
What seemed to be an endless fight had just began.
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...further ripping through the soil, scarring it with such force and intensity that Zero could feel with every sense he possessed that it was catching up to him.
Omega's arm, the one that fired the blast, then took the brunt of Zero's forward attackβby smacking him away.
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Zero was quick to dodge the blade coming his way with a leap to the back, however he had to remain moving, dashing forwards in an attempt to avoid the blast from the other hand.
As he moved he pulled out both the Buster Shot and the Z-Saber, loading the saber into the Buster he-
"Grrroooaaarr!"
One of Omega's floating arms reached for the hulking blade stored on his back, which then immediately gunned for Zeroβcrushing the ground the both of them stood on, and sending dirt and stone astrew.
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Motionless. Expressionless.
The messiah stared down at the worm that dared impersonate him, the true Legendary Reploid. Only a chortle had been vocalized from him.
What does this fake think, still living in his century-long dream?