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The night club's music blared and the flashing lights did little to distract Nyasa Freeman from the figure that all but stormed into the club, though by looking at her, one wouldn't have pegged her to be the caring type. She didn't care if there was another lady on the premise that was as stunning as her, or had better moves than she did, better class and style. It wasn't something she cared about, and if she did, it was an easy fix as their starseed was always ripe for the taking. But Nyasa wasn't that petty. All she wanted was to get lost in the music and have a good time, and there was plenty of enough room in this club for everyone to get what they wanted.

However, tonight, she was willing to make an exception, and though she continued to sway and dance, her gaze caught sight of what was apparently herself, as General Mica, weapon in hand and so dark that she threatened to disappear within the surroundings had it not been for the rapidly flashing lights. She was hardly surprised, and she kept on dancing, even as cold, but never unfamiliar turquoise eyes scanned the night club. Nyasa wasn't a fool, and nor would she be a pushover. This was her shade, and her shade had made a grave mistake looking for her here. Of all of the night clubs for them to have a final showdown, she chose the one that Nyasa knew best, inside and out, and she also knew the owner of this establishment, inside and out. He looked towards the Negaverse general that arrived and wised up, motioning to security and immediately working on clearing a path for the true bornagain field medic. While this club and the night was hers, Nyasa had little interest in revealing her true identity to the other dancers this evening, nor her shade that stepped onto the dance floor and pushed people aside with little to no effort.

The Mica doppelganger was looking for a fight, and she'd get it. The sequence of lights altered but it hardly pulled the predator away from her hunt, but it did distract her from the spear blade that was aimed for her chest. As Mica, the true General Mica, anticipated, her shade had managed to dodge the blow, and the sound of clashing metal rang out throughout the dance floor over the heavy bass and shrilled music, alerting the other dancers to clear the way immediately. Mica was expecting a rough fight from her doppelganger and would have been disappointed to leave this encounter with only a few cuts and bruises, and yet, it appeared that her element of surprise was enough to fool her shade. It had only taken a few swings before her shade suffered a wound that sent her staggering backwards, and never one to not take an opening to go for the kill, Mica plunged her blade deem within the shade's chest and bullrushed forward, acting as a lance and thrusting her screaming shade right out the door.

This particular night club was one of Mica's favorites, as it was located on one of Destiny City's heighest buildings, and there was only one suiting demise she could think of for one that dared tried to take her identity and then her life. The wind from this height teased her cloak and pulled from of her hair from her carefully styled bun, but it did little to distract her from her assault. He lodged the shade free from her blade, not once caring if her blood would stain either her weapon or her clothes, and she hefted the skewered but struggling doppelganger over her head, just a stone's throw from the building's edge. It was a long ways down, and while she was certain that her shade possessed the ability to teleport, she wasn't necessarily going for the kill.

She was making a statement. And that statement brought an almost uncharacteristic grin to her face, as she gave a firm shout before throwing the doppelganger over the side. "This may seem a little cliche, but... there can be only one."

And down she went. Mica should have stayed to see the impact and see if it would have been enough to kill her, and yet, it was hard for her to care. If this shade of hers was truly as strong as her and felt itself worthy of taking her place, then she'd have to try a little harder then that to get the job done. Needless to say, Mica was disappointed, and she was content to simply power down and drown that disappointment away with a rhythmic beat and maybe a few drinks...

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